Brian Laver

More than a mother

CHAPTER ONE

Bobby Arnold was tightening the nuts on his bicycle wheel when he heard the girl's voice.

"Are you sure no one will come by here?"

"I told you, my mother's busy in the house and my brothers aren't home."

Bobby recognized his brother Carl's voice, and he was with one of the many girls who regularly fucked him. Carl was eighteen, and Bobby wished he were that old, too, if it would mean tie could get laid. At eighteen, he was still a virgin, even though he tried his damnedest to get his prick between the wet lips of same chick's cunt.

He heard footsteps and figured that his brother was bringing the girl into the garage where he was fixing his bike. Suddenly, he had an inspiration. Jumping to his feet, he scrambled behind a wheelbarrow and crouched down. His heart rounded when he heard two sets of feet patter into the garage. The door of the family car opened, and then slammed shut. Bobby waited a few minutes before he dared lift his head to see what was going on.

Just as he expected. Carl's head was pressed against a head of long brown waves. They were kissing and Bobby's cock immediately got hard in horny jealousy. He knew he would be able to watch if he were a little careful. The two in the car would be too busy to notice him lurking around.

From where he was, Bobby could only see their heads and he would have to get a better vantage point. There was a workbench near him, and from there he could climb right into the rafters of the garage. He would have to be quiet, or his brother would probably beat the shit out of him for watching. It was worth the dangers involved, though. Bobby climbed up on the bench and crouched in the shadows.

Now he could see his brother's hand caressing the big swell under the girl's jersey. Carl looked a lot like Bobby, and Bobby found it easy to pretend that it was him in the car with that girl. His hand formed a cupped shape as he imagined what it would feel like to have a warm, soft tit in it. He hoped his brother would get a lot from that girl because he could at least share the action as far as looking went and in his horny condition that was quite a lot.

When Bobby saw his brother pulling the girl's tight jersey up over her big jugs, his heart leaped and his head got dizzy. The twin mounds curved so deliciously to their pink tips that Bobby was sure he'd never seen anything so beautiful. When his brother lowered his head and took one of those pink nipples into his mouth, his blond hair fell over the tit and obstructed Bobby's view, but the sight of seeing his brother sucking that tit was exciting enough.

After sucking the girl's tits for a while, Carl lifted his head. Bobby could see how wet the tits were from the kissing and sucking they'd received. Bobby's own mouth was watering in hunger, but he would have to content himself with watching.

The bodies in the car began squirming and lifting, and it was clear to the hidden spectator that they were struggling to get their pants off. Bobby was wild with excitement. He was jealous of his brother but he was rooting for him, too. He had never seen somebody get fucked, and since that was almost all be ever thought about, he was anxious to see the real thing. The pants were thrown into the front seat, and Bobby stood so he would get a good view.

The girl was pushed down on her back. Before her body was covered with Carl's, Bobby saw her tits flatten slightly on her chest. Her knees were sticking up and spread. Over the horizon of the sill of the window, Bobby could see her ass and muff. The sight of a wide-open cunt sent shivers of excitement through the young voyeur.

As he peered through the window, the girl's crotch was eclipsed by his brother's bare ass. The young kid watched his brother maneuver his hips so his cock would find the wet cunt-lips waiting for him. Cad's ass lifted, and then lowered with such a low, sensual movement that Bobby knew he was sinking his cock deep into the girl's pussy. He could almost feel the cunt on his own cock as his brain strained to imagine what it would feel like.

Now he could see both asses, but the cunt was out of sight. His brother's balls were swinging back and forth as he pumped his rod in and out of the girl's pussy. As the pumping motion speeded up, sounds of passion drifted through the cool air of the garage. Bobby knew immediately what the noises were, and they increased his lust to the point where he had to unzip his fly and fish out his own cock.

He was so hot that his fingers on his prick nearly made him pop his wad. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and copied the pumping motion of the two asses in the car. He had to restrain himself from going too fast because he wanted to come at the same time his brother shot his load into that chick's cunt. That would make it more exciting somehow, he thought.

Every time the asses thrust together, Bobby slid the loose skin of his prick back. They were increasing their pace, and Bobby was beginning to feel the swirling waves of pleasure flow through him. His mouth dropped open and he gasped for air silently. The fuckers in the car didn't have to worry about being quiet, and grunts and moans of pleasure were now flooding from the opened windows.

Bobby saw his brother's ass jerk spasmodically as his own prick jerked in his fist. A white bullet of jism rocketed across the garage and almost hit the side of the car. Other gobs of jism followed, and made a trail of pearls from the masturbating boy to the middle of the garage. He kept his eyes on his brother's bucking ass until it was still. He'd timed it just right. Now they were all spent, but Bobby had the problem of getting out of sight.

He stuffed his cock back into his pants and began climbing. He crawled up into the rafters where he could still see into the car window a bit, but wouldn't be noticed when the fuckers got out of the car. He was surprised to see his brother lying on top of the chick for such a long time, but then he figured that if he had his cock tucked into a tight pussy, he would be reluctant to take it out, too.

Finally his brother dismounted. Bobby couldn't see the girl's tint from where he was now, but she soon sat up and he had a nice view of her tits again. When she pulled her pants up, he got a farewell shot of her pussy. He knew he would have to remember the sight, because he didn't know when he might get to see one again.

Even though he was high above the car, when the door opened and Carl and the girl stepped out, Bobby was scared he might be caught. He tried to be quiet, but he was so nervous that his body stiffened and his foot slipped. He felt the beam he was sitting on slide out from under his ass and he was falling.

When he landed on the barbeque grill, it made a crushing noise that was so loud that even Bobby was surprised. Carl and the chick jumped a foot off the ground. When they turned to see Bobby sprawled on the crushed grill, they had expressions of pure amazement on their faces. It took them a moment to figure out what had been going on, and as soon as they did; the girl turned towards Carl and slapped him across the face.

"You pervert!" she screamed. "I've heard about you Arnold brothers!"

Then she stormed out of the garage. Bobby was glad to see Carl go after her rather than after him.

"Dot, wait! I didn't know the little punk was up there – honest!" Carl was saying.

"Fuck you!" the girl yelled.

Bobby stood up and tried to figure out if he'd broken anything in the fall. He seemed to be all right, except that his legs were shaking, and he knew he would need them soon.

Sure enough. Carl came running into the garage right at Bobby. The younger boy ran to the other side of the car; Carl turned and moved back towards the garage door so Bobby couldn't escape.

"Come here, you little creep!" Carl was yelling. "You really fixed it with her, and she has the nicest cunt in the neighborhood."

Bobby knew his brother was mad and if he got caught he would be in for same bruises. The two boys chased around the car, then, in a desperate dash, Bobby climbed over the hood and shot out the door.

When he reached the empty lot at the end of the block, he stopped. There was no sign of his brother. He knew that Carl would cool off before long, and he would get away with a little twisting of his arm or some mild punishment. Maybe he would be able to get Don, the oldest brother, on his side and avoid all consequences.

The three boys were always fighting among themselves, but that was okay. They were really friends, and if Bobby or any one of them had trouble from some other kid, they were always ready to join in a common defense. Bobby knew he was lucky to have two older brothers even it if did cost him some lumps. After all, he wouldn't have been treated to that fuck-show if he were an only kid.

The Arnold boys were all blond, tall and slim, but Bobby was the handsomest. His smooth skin and straight, sharp features made him the perfect picture of healthy youth. All the girls liked him, but so far he hadn't been able to take advantage of his good looks. His brothers looked like him, but they did very well with girls. Bobby was trying to learn from them. That's what he would tell Carl when he saw him at home. He was studying his brother's technique – not spying.

CHAPTER TWO

The next day was Saturday and the day that all the kids in the neighborhood went to the moms. The boys would go with their buddies, and the girls would go with their girl friends, but the guys would pick out a girl and ask her to sit with him. Then, with any luck, he could feel her up, and if she was a particularly hot chick, he might even wet his finger in her twat.

After watching his brother fucks that chick the day before, Bobby was determined to get some action. He'd sat with girls before, and even grabbed some tit, but he never got any farther than that. He knew who the hot chicks were, but there was always a big rush for them and they were taken early. Besides, he was sort of shy, and those girls usually went for the older guys, like his brothers.

On this Saturday, though, Bobby was raging with lust and he got to the movie theater early. He saw the girl; Carl had been standing in the lobby, but knew she wouldn't sit with him. Then he saw Patty. He'd heard stories about her, and if they were only half-true, she was a wild nymphomaniac.

She was a few years older than Bobby, but his cock was already bulging in his jeans so he walked right up to her.

"Hi, Patty," he said and wondered if she even knew who he was. "Will you sit with me?"

She didn't answer him right away and he almost wished that he hadn't asked her. Then she smiled and said yes. As they walked down the aisle together, Bobby hoped all the guys would see who he was with. They took a seat and waited for the lights to go down.

"You're Don and Carl's kid brother, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he said, wishing it would be dark soon so he wouldn't have to talk to her. He didn't know what to say, but he knew what he wanted to grab.

Patty made small talk until the movies started, but as soon as it did, she shut up and Bobby put his arm around her. He could smell her feminine body, a mixture of perfume and natural cunt odor. Her shoulders were narrow and bony, like the rest of her body, but Bobby had watched her big tits swaying as she walked down the halls at school, and now those giant jugs were right next to him.

When he reached around her shoulder, she leaned towards him. There was a big tit a few inches below his fingertips. Bobby swallowed hard and moved his hand towards the treasure. As soft tit-flesh welled up under his hand, his already-still cock began to throb. His fingers crept over the mountain of living sponginess and squeezed. He was careful not to do anything that would show his inexperience to this girl who had a reputation for fucking.

She was wearing a tight, cotton blouse and Bobby could feel her nipple under the sheer material. It was hard and puckered. He rolled it between his finger tips and pressed it into the pillow of tit. The more he played with her tits, the more she leaned over him.

Bobby wondered if he could go for the goodies in her lap yet, or if he should wait. Things were going well and he didn't want to blow it. He took her hand and set it down on his thigh. Then he put his own hand on her thigh. Now he could creep up to her crotch and she could do the same to him, if she wanted to.

He kept massaging her tit with one hand to keep her hot, while he neared her crotch with the other. It seemed incredibly hot between her thin thighs and he thought he could feel the humidity of her wet cunt already. She was wearing tight jeans and he knew her cunt would be well-covered. That would be a problem.

Meanwhile, her hand was was moving up his leg. The sensations she was causing in his balls almost made him jump out of his seat, but he forced himself to keep still. He even slid down a bit so his crotch would be easier for her to reach. When she did the same, Bobby felt a rush of excitement run through him.

He was feeling both her thighs sandwiching his fingers now that he was only an inch from her cunt. He covered that inch and pressed the spot where he knew her cunt was squeezed into her pants. The sponginess thrilled him. It was firmer than the flesh of her tits, but he could only poke at it with her pants covering her cunt like they were. He could just barely feel her crack.

As he pressed her twat and squeezed her tit, Patty covered his bulging crotch with her hand. She could feel his heart beating in his hard prick as she grabbed the twitching tool. Bobby was panting with lust. This was the first time anyone but himself had held his prick, and he was amazed at the effects. If they were anyplace but a crowded theater, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from pulling his cock out and handing it to her.

As it turned out, that wasn't necessary. Bobby felt her fingers grab the zipper that would unleash his pounding pud. He looked from side to side to see if anyone would see what was going on. There were some people sitting in their row, but they were busy grabbing and feeling each other.

He felt his jeans loosen as she lowered his zipper. Her slim, but strong fingers entered his fly and found his fat cock-head. Bobby almost creamed on the spot when he felt her touch the hot knob. He wiggled around in his seat to help her free his tool. It didn't take her long to have his prick sticking straight out with her hand wrapped tightly around it.

Bobby no longer cared if anyone saw what was going on. He even wished his brothers could see the action he was getting. He fumbled at Patty's pants, trying to open them, but he was so excited from having her hold his prick that he couldn't figure out how to do it. She popped the button opened herself with a deft movement. Now her cunt was available to his probing fingers.

Bobby slid his hand down her belly and inside her opened jeans. He felt the top of her bikini panties and tucked his fingers under it. Moving down another inch, he felt curly hairs bristling at his fingers. He couldn't believe it! Here he was with his hand touching a real, live cunt. And right in the movies!

He shoved his hand in farther, but it was getting light. He was already below the bottom of her zipper. He had to reach the crack, though, so he pushed his hand down with all his might until his middle finger found the top corner of her puffy gash.

"Lower," Patty whispered hoarsely.

Bobby shoved harder as the girl wiggled around in her seat. His wrist was hurting already, but he wanted to feel the living wetness of her pussy. They struggled until Bobby's finger was held in the envelope of her cunt-lips. Now he had reached the well of the slippery juice that was oozing from her and he could move his fingertip around without much trouble.

Bobby had heard of the magic button that could make a girl writhe with pleasure until she came just like a guy. He wanted to find that button and drive this chick wild. She was sending waves of ecstasy through him and he wanted to do his share.

He found her inner twat-lips and played with them for a while. It wasn't until he followed those lips to the spot where they met at the top of her pussy that he knew he had found the button. There was a puckered area of skin with a hard kernel buried in it, and when he pressed that kernel, Patty began shaking in her seat.

Now that she was vibrating with lust, she began doing wonderful things to his prick. She had been holding it until then, but now her fingers came alive. They crawled over the taut skin of his cock-head and slid down the shaft, scraping gently with her long nails. Bobby was dizzy with passion and he continued stirring her clit.

The two kids sat there working on each other for all they were worth. Patty was trying to muffle strange noises that were escaping from her throat, and Bobby was panting as if he'd just run a mile. He forgot that he was in a movie theater when his brain began short-circuiting with ecstasy. His cock was going to explode like it never had before.

His head fell back as thick jism began flying from his tool like a wildcat oil well. As his hips pumped and his legs shook, he kept up his clit-massaging because he could still heat Patty moaning like a wounded animal. In a minute it was all over. They went limp in their seats, and aside from their heaving chests and a few post orgasmic twitches, they weren't still.

Bobby pulled his hand out of Patty's pants and put his cock away. He was afraid to look around tar see what the reaction of the people around them might be. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and it wasn't a light feminine touch. His shirt was yanked hard and twisted. Bobby looked up and saw Bull Clark staring down at him from the row behind them. It occurred to him that he had seen Bull and Patty together a lot. He knew he was in trouble, and wondered where his brothers were now that he needed them.

"I been lookin' for you, Patty," Bull said. "Who's this punk?"

Bobby had gotten his rocks off and now he wished he could just fade away, but the hand on his shoulder wasn't letting go. People were beginning to shush Bull, some were even yelling for him to be quiet, but he kept carrying on.

"For Christ sake, Bull, shut up," Patty was saying in a hushed voice.

The girl got up and began dragging Bull down the row towards the aisle. He was still holding onto Bobby's shirt and he was getting dragged along. Bull finally let him go and Bobby crept back to his seat. Patty got Bull out of there and Bobby wondered what was in store for him when he left the theater. He tried to forget everything but the way Patty's cunt had felt to him. And the way her hand had played with his cock.

Sitting there in the dark, Bobby was lost to everything but his memory. If Bull was going to be waiting for him outside, he didn't care. He'd wet his finger in Patty's cunt and that was all that mattered. He lifted his finger to his nose and sniffed it. The odor of sweet pussy-juice filled his head.

When the movie ended, Bobby looked around for his brothers. He hadn't seen them before the lights went out, but they usually came to the show on Saturdays to grab some tit. First he spotted Carl with Jane. Then he saw Don, too. He rushed to them so he would have some protection if Bull were waiting for him.

"What was all that commotion?" Carl asked Don.

"I don't know," Don said. "I think it was that big, dumb guy, Bull, having a fight with his girl friend. I wouldn't want to mess with him."

Bobby hated to hear that, but he had to tell his brothers about his success.

"That was Bull. I was sitting with Patty and he came over and started dragging her out and tugging on my shirt. Hey, he ripped it," Bobby said as he examined his sleeve.

His brothers were looking at him in astonishment. He felt proud to be the center of attraction even though he was scared that they would have to deal with Bull. They were leaving the theater and Bobby was walking with Carl and Jane on one side and Don on the other. Bull didn't seem to be around, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't you know any better than to sit with Bull's girl friend?" Don asked.

"Well, she was standing in the lobby all alone and she looked so good I couldn't resist," he said, feeling like a big stud.

"Did you get much?" Carl asked.

Jane was still walking with them, so Bobby didn't want to go into details, but he said, "Do you want to smell my finger?"

Carl immediately grabbed his hand and smelled it.

"Hey, the punk finally cracked a cunt," he said. "Congratulations, kid."

Bobby didn't want Jane to know it was the first time he'd fingered a chick's patch, but in the light of his glorious success he felt like he was floating.

They all headed over to the soda shop and for the first time Bobby didn't feel like he was merely tagging along. When they went in, the first thing Bobby noticed was Bull and Patty sitting together in a booth. They saw him, too, and they saw he was with his two brothers. Bobby figured that as long as he had them around, he would be safe.

Carl, Jane, Don and him all sat together. They talked about the movie, but Bobby realized that he hadn't the faintest idea what it had been about. Such was the power of sex! Bobby saw Bull and Patty get up and walk out. As he watched Patty's denim-clad ass swaying out, he sniffed his finger once again and felt his cock harden. He was on the right track, he realized, and he would have to keep plugging until he got his cock into a juicy pussy.

CHAPTER THREE

Susan Arnold had always been a lusty woman. When her husband was killed in an explosion at his plant, she thought her life was over. With three boys to bring up and no man in the house or in her bed, she didn't see how she would manage. But as the years went by, she found that he was a much more capable woman than she had ever given herself, credit for.

The boys were well behaved for the most part, and her biggest problem was horniness. She did date occasionally, but it seemed that all the men she met were only after sex. That was all right with her. She was satisfied with fucking once in a while and filling the rest of her life with her boys and her home. Of course, every now and then she had to relieve the lust that was constantly with her without the help of a man.

As she watched her boys grow up, she came to realize she had three temptations under her roof all the time. She noticed how her sons' pants bulged with huge cocks and balls, just as their father's pants had bulged. He had been a beautiful man end they had made a good couple.

Susan didn't look like the mother of her boys. She had dark hair and was built more solidly than them. Susan had a huge pair of tits that were still as firm and full at thirty-six as they had been at eighteen. Her face showed the tiny lines that come with age, but her features were youthful and very pretty. Full lips and high cheekbones gave her a classical beauty.

Her bedroom was next to her sons', and she often heard their conversations about girls. Listening to them brought back memories of her girlhood when all the young men who ever saw her pursued her. She hoped her boys would be spared the horniness that she imposed on her boy friends, but things were different in those days. If she had it to do over again, she would have fucked every one of those kids who asked her to the movies or out for a soda.

She knew that Don and Carl were getting their share of young pussy around, but she was worried about Bobby. He had always been a shy child. She often saw one of the older boys sneak into the garage with a girl and she heard them bragging about their conquests, but Bobby was always a listener in those bragging sessions.

There was another reason for her concern for her youngest. Although she wouldn't admit it to herself, Bobby turned her on. Every time she saw him lately, she wished that she was a young girl who could go after him and break through his wall of shyness.

As she lay in bed listening to the muffled voices on the other side of the wall, she would feel a tremor in her cunt when she recognized the voice of her youngest. Like so many other times, she let her hand fall lightly on her fuzzy cunt-mound she tiled to hear the conversation through the thin wall. Slowly, her fingers would curl around her plump snatch. The more she handled her twat, the hotter she got until she couldn't resist sticking her fingers into her hot, wet gash. With her other hand, she would push a heavy tit up to her mouth and lick the nipple until it was hard and stiff as a stone.

That was the position she was in when she heard Bobby tell his brothers about finger-fucking the girl in the movie theater that afternoon. With all her worrying about the young boy's shyness, Susan was surprised to find that she couldn't feel happy about his adventure. It was getting hard to ignore the fact that she was jealous.

Her fingers tightened around the firm flesh of her tit and she sucked as much of the bulb into her mouth as she could. In her mind was a picture of her dear Bobby. Two fingers slid up her flowing cunt as she lifted her knees and spread her thighs. In and out the fingers moved in imitation of a hard prick. It had been a long time since she had seen Bobby naked and she knew that his cock had become that of a man's.

Her lips formed his name as she continued to finger-fuck her pussy. Her breath, whispering her son's name, tickled the skin of her boob as she nuzzled it with her face. Her hips were beginning to move as if a cock were stuffing her box. She added a third finger to the two that were already plunging into her twat.

The bedsprings began groaning at about the same time that moans of pleasure escaped from her lips around the tit she was still sucking on. The familiar sensation of passionate pleasure was flooding her head. Her back was arched and she spread her legs as far as she could. Reaching as far up her twat as possible with her fingers at every stroke was approximating the sensations of getting fucked. At least she was managing to fool her body and it was creating an orgasm in her that was about to bloom into full ecstasy.

Muffling her cries of desperate lust with the tit she was holding to her mouth, Susan came. She felt her cunt contracting with convulsive spasms on her fingers. A few more thrusts would finish the job and she lifted her ass from the bed and made the last one the best. The whole bed shook as she shoved her fingers up her cunt and sent her hips down to increase the penetration.

When she collapsed on the bed, she was trembling with the residual excitement of her climax. Her limbs were weak from the ecstasy that had ravaged her, but she managed to bring her snaking fingers up to her face and lick off the syrup of her cunt juice. It gave her a special thrill to suck her lingers clean after reaming her pussy. Now she would sleep deeply and peacefully.

On the other side of the wall the boys were talking about girls. Bobby had given them a vivid description of Patty. Don had fucked her, so Bobby didn't get the prestige he'd hoped for, but it was nice to be able to add a report of his own in their bull sessions.

Don asked Carl about Dot, the girl Bobby had watched him fuck in the garage.

"Great. Big tits and a tight cunt. What more could you want?"

"Yeah, I'd like to get her twat around my cock sometime," Don said.

"Don't count on it. The punk made sure she'll never come back around here."

Bobby was afraid his brothers were going to gang up on him, but they didn't. He loved to hear them talk about the girls they fucked.

"I'll show you who she reminds me of," Carl said, as he fished one of their porno magazines out from under his mattress.

He opened the magazine to a page that showed a girl with her ass jutting towards the camera. Her cunt was spread and in plain view beneath the ass-cheeks. The lips of her pussy looked pink and shiny.

"Her cunt's like this one," Carl explained. "Nice twat-lips and a plump mound."

Bobby had seen the picture and jerked off with it a thousand times, but having his brother compare it to a real girl he had fucked made it more exciting than it had ever been before. He looked at the cunt with new eyes.

"Let's jerk off," Don said.

All three of them pulled down their pants and pointed their stiff pricks at the magazine. As they studied the picture, they all began pumping their cocks. They had these community jerk-offs every now and then, and Bobby enjoyed it. It made him feel that he was on an even footing with them. They all stroked their puds until they were grunting with pleasure. Don passed tissues around so they could catch their spewing. When they had creamed into the tissues, they wiped their cocks and put the magazine away. Don picked up the book he'd been reading and Carl fooled around with his model airplanes.

It was all over for the two older brothers, but Bobby wasn't satisfied. He was only warming up. While he pretended to read a comic book, he was really interested in jerking off again. He had to beat his meat about three times a day just to clear his mind of the sexy thoughts that were constantly plaguing him. Bobby didn't want his brothers to know what he was up to because they would tease him about his virginity.

The comic he happened to pick was one full of nice-looking chicks, and they were turning him on as much as the naked chicks with spread pussies in the porno magazines. His brothers seemed to be busy with their own hobbies so Bobby got up and slipped out of the room. He went into the bathroom and pulled down his pants. Setting the comic book on the sink, he began stroking his big rod again. He wished he would have taken one of the dirty books into the bathroom with him, but then his brothers would know what he was up to. Bobby was stroking himself into a fit of passion when the door suddenly opened. There were his two brothers gawking in at him. Before Bobby knew what was happening, they rushed into the room. Don grabbed the comic and began laughing, and Carl took him by the shoulders and dragged him all around the room.

"Let's see how long it takes you to come," Don said. "Lois Lane has nice tits," he added, looking through the comic, "but, really, she doesn't make my cock stand."

Bobby was humiliated, but not surprised. It seemed that his brothers took every chance they had to torture him. He was too far along in his masturbation to stop now and the jism was rushing into his cock. His prick was waving all around as Carl kept spinning him around the room. When he began spewing white fuck-cream, it went all over the walls. Then Carl swung. Bobby around so he was facing Don. The last few drops shot in Don's direction and he was lilt with the last wad.

Carl howled, and Don was pissed off. Bobby knew he would get the worst of it still. The jism had hit Don on the front of his T-shirt.

"All right, lick it off," he demanded of his younger brother.

It hadn't been his fault, but that was the way it went. Bobby was deciding if he would do what his brother demanded, or take the consequences.

"What's going on in there?" his mother suddenly bellowed from the hall.

All three boys turned to see her standing there in her nightgown. She was mad about being wakened after her efforts to assure herself of sound deep. Bobby shoved his cock into his pants and wondered if his mother had seen it. He didn't realize it at that moment, but he hoped she had; he was proud of his big tool.

The boys were staring at their mother's body as it showed through the thin material of her flowing gown. She realized what a show she as putting on for the kids, so she told them to go to sleep and disappeared into her room again.

When the guys went to their room, they all had a hard prick from seeing that body beneath the sheer nightgown. Susan had become very careful not to show herself off to the boys when they began appreciating the view, and they hadn't seen her sexy body in years. They never really believed that she was so gorgeous.

None of them was willing to admit to another how much that sight had turned them on, but when they got into bed and turned the lights off, they could hear each other's loud breathing in the dark. They didn't say anything as they each jerked off again with the image of their near-naked mother behind their closed eyelids.

CHAPTER FOUR

One afternoon, the boys were sitting around without anything to do. There didn't seem to be any chicks around and they were all pretty horny. Finally, Don suggested they go downtown and see a porno flick. Don was the only one old enough to get into see the X-rated films, but the other two had managed to sneak in before and they thought they could do it again.

Even if they couldn't get into the theater, there were a lot of interesting things going on down there. They walked over to Main Street and stuck out their thumbs. Once Don and Carl told Bobby about getting a ride from a sexy chick and getting a blowjob from her. Ever since, Bobby was always eager to hitchhike with his brothers, in the hope that lightning would strike twice.

They got a ride finally with a weird old guy, who told them some interesting stories, but there was no sexy ladies in the car. When they got out they were in the middle of the town's red-light district. Porno movies and bookstores were all around, along with massage parlors and overly made-up ladies hanging around in doorways.

The three boys wandered around, looking at the marquees in front of the theaters and in the windows of the dirty bookstores. As they passed, a few whores in doorways gave them the usual turn on's.

"Hey, boys, I give the best head in town," or, "Come here, guys, my cunt's starving for it."

After passing a really nice-looking whore, Carl stopped his brother.

"It'd be a lot more fucking one of these whores than watching a movie," he said. "How much money do we have?"

The boys looked back and saw the who… watching them. She looked pretty and young. Her tits were the droopy variety, but on her it looked good. She wore a tight, black jersey and pink hot pants. Her black hair was worn close to her head in tight curls that immediately reminded the guys of pussy hair. She had freckles around her eyes and a smile on her lips. As they looked at her, she began knocking back and forth slightly on her feet.

The boys dug out all the money they had and counted it. It came to about nine dollars.

"That's not much considering that there're three of us," Carl said.

Bobby had the feeling that they might expect him to go without, so they could use his money for themselves, but his brothers assured him they wanted him to get laid, too. One of them would have to go talk to the whore and see if they could strike a bargain. Carl was the best talker, but they decided to send Bobby. They figured that his youthfulness would be in their favor. The whore probably wasn't used to nice young meat, and she might agree to fuck them for only nine bucks because of that.

Bobby wasn't anxious to talk to her, but he couldn't let his brothers know he was scared. He thought the girl would probably just send him on his way anyhow, so it wouldn't be too difficult. They gave him the money and shoved him in her direction. His heart was pounding, but he walked right up to her.

"Hi," she said as Bobby stepped into the doorway where she stood.

"Hi, uh, me and my brothers were, uh, well, you see we only have nine dollars, but we thought, I mean…"

"You all want to get fucked for nine dollars?" the girl asked in a tone that didn't sound encouraging.

Bobby was ready to turn around and go back to his brothers with the bad news when he heard the whore say, "All right."

She turned and went into the door. Bobby noticed that it was a hotel. He waved at his brothers to follow and he went in. He'd never been in a sleazy joint like that, and he found it very exciting. Don and Carl caught up with him, and as they passed the front desk, the guy behind it said they would have to pay five dollars for the use of the room.

"It's okay, Frank," the whore said. "They're friends of mine."

The boys felt like big shots as they followed the girl into the dilapidated elevator. As the car strained upwards, she asked them their names. They told her, and she said her name was Kitty.

"I usually get twenty bucks for a fuck," sue said, "but you guys look like you might be fun."

They felt pleased with themselves, especially Bobby who had negotiated this deal. They followed her to a dingy room. There was a bed and dresser, both made of metal and ugly, but the paper Chinese lantern that hung in the middle of the room gave it a warm, cozy feeling.

Kitty began undressing right away. Carl and Don started pulling off their clothes, but Bobby hesitated. The sight of Kitty's tits paralyzed him. They hung down to her belly, but they bulged like pears and looked delicious. When Bobby realized that he was the only one not undressing, he began to unbutton his shin.

Don was the first one naked. Kitty moved to the bed and Don was beside her before the other guys knew what was happening. He hugged her and they fell into bed together. He scooped up one of her floppy tits as his brothers watched. He lifted the boob to his face and began licking the nipple. The brown nub stiffened right before the boy's eyes. Bobby was feasting his eyes on the girl. The thought that he was finally going to get laid made him vibrate in anticipation. His cock was bouncing up and down as it stretched out in front of him.

As soon as Don was finished, he would jump on the chick and fuck her, Bobby said to himself. Carl sat on a chair and Bobby leaned against the dresser as they watched the action in the bed. Don was getting into position to plug his cock into the whore and Bobby was watching as closely as he could, eager to learn from his more experienced brother.

Don lifted his hips and his brothers could see his long, thick cock-shaft between the two bodies. Then he lowered himself and the girl lifted her hips as the prick slid up her snatch. Bobby and Carl's cocks twitched more energetically in vicarious lust as they watched their brother begin fucking.

The girl reacted to each of his thrusts with bucks of her pelvis. It was obvious that the huge rod in her cunt was stirring her passions. The expression on her face proved that Don's cock was moving her toward an orgasm. Either that, or she was a great actress. Don's hips began moving faster until he was ramming his cock in and out of her cunt furiously. The whore's body shook like a rag doll under his assault.

Bobby felt proud of his brother as he watched him fuck, and he hoped that he would do as well when his turn came. He couldn't help walking to the foot of the bed where he could get a better view of the action. From there he could see his brother's balls swinging with every fuck-thrust. They bumped into the creamy ass-cheeks of the whore beneath him. He could see his brother's rod shining with cunt-juice every time he withdrew it. It was quite a sight.

Kitty began moaning and she lifted her legs, locking Don's body in a tight embrace. Don's grunts told the two waiting boys that their turn was coming soon. There could be no doubt that the chick was coming right along with Don. She was doing a dance of ecstasy under him, and if it wasn't for his weight on her, she would have shaken herself right off the bed. They were a jumble of writhing arms and legs as their voices blended in a chorus of lust.

Don stopped pumping and rolled off the girl. She was still in the throes of her climax, and it was strange to see her still bucking and twitching all alone. The lips of her cunt were grasping at emptiness. Bobby began climbing over the foot of the bed. He wanted to jump right in that wet nest of pussy.

Somehow, though, Carl managed to beat him to it. Carl slipped over Kitty's body and Bobby ended up falling on top of him.

"Hey, punk, what are you trying to do?" Carl yelled.

Bobby was pissed off that he'd been beaten out of second place, and he felt foolish lying on top of his brother with his hard cock pressed to his ass.

He crawled off and resigned himself to more waiting. Carl turned the still gyrating girl over and set her up on her knees. Bobby watched in fascination as his brother guided his bloated cock-head below the girl's quivering ass and entered her cunt from the rear.

Holding her hips in his strong hands, Carl humped his cock in and out of the full length of her fuck-tunnel. Kitty groaned deeply every time Carl's prick shot up her twat. The sound made Bobby's cock expand even more than it already had. Carl and Kitty soon got into a synchronized rhythm and fucked like champs.

The whore's tits hung down until the tips rested on the bed. Her face was turned to the side of the bed that Bobby was watching from, showing him the look of passion she wore. Bobby was getting so impatient that he thought of jerking off. It would have been a good show to masturbate with, but the real thing would be worth waiting for.

Don had gotten off the bed and was watching with Bobby. Bobby noticed that his brother's cock was getting hard again, but he would make sure that he wasn't beaten out this time. When Carl finished, he was going to stab that cunt with his prick or die trying.

As he watched and waited, firming his resolve not to let Don take his place, he was amazed to see Don climb on the bed near the chick's head. He still had a glaze of dried cunt juice on his prick, and Carl was still plowing her from behind, but Don lifted the girl's head and stuck his cock into her mouth. When Bobby saw how eager the whore was to get that prick into her face, he cursed himself for not thinking of that himself. Don was getting seconds and he was still standing there going crazy with horniness. At least he was getting a good show.

The sight of the girl, on her elbows and knees, getting fucked from both ends, was a sight to behold. Both of his older brothers were sliding their pricks into that chick and she was loving it. Her lips were wrapped tightly around the cock in her mouth, and her ass was pumping and making a circling motion. The three of them were in ecstasy, but at least Bobby wouldn't have any competition for the next opening.

He walked back and forth, checking on the progress being made at either end of the girl's body. He figured that Carl would come first since he had started first and was on his first turn while Don was working on his second come. He expected her cunt to be free any second now. The assurance that he was going to get fucked soon was the only thing that prevented him from grabbing his cock and spraying the three on the bed with his hot jism.

When Bobby heard Carl grunting with orgasmic desperation, he knew his turn was coming up. He watched his brother screw up his face as he was filled with ecstasy. Bobby was bouncing up and down on his toes with the wild anticipation of getting his prick into that juicy cunt.

There was no doubt about it. Carl was coming.

He jerked his body in a few last spasms, and then fell backwards, leaving the whore's cunt vacant. Bobby climbed up on the bed and took his position so fast that he knocked Carl right on the floor.

Looking down, Bobby saw the cunt-hole open and waiting for him. Its pink interior was visible after the stretching the last two cocks had given it. Bobby grabbed his prick and guided it to the gooey entrance. When the taut skin of his prick touched her hot gash, he felt the muscles in his belly contract with pleasure. He moved his hips forward and felt the cunt envelop his meat. The sensation he'd longed for was no disappointment.

He concentrated on the feeling of having his tool held in the tight tunnel of her pussy. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before, not even when he jerked off into the liver his mother had bought for dinner. The whore's cunt was still contracting violently from the constant fucking it had received in the last five minutes, giving Bobby a special thrill.

He began hunching his pecker in and out. The wet, satiny walls of the pussy stroked his dong hungrily. Bobby knew that it was a dream come true. He wanted to make it last a long time, but it wasn't easy to restrain himself at a time like that.

Don was shooting into the girl's mouth and in another few seconds he would have her all to himself. Don fell away after depositing his load into Kitty's mouth, and she fell forward. Bobby's prick slipped out of her cunt, but he plugged it in again in a second.

Suddenly, he was aware of some strange noises. He didn't want to stop fucking, but when he realized that his brothers were suddenly in frantic motion, he looked up. They were grabbing their clothes and pulling them on as fast as they could. Don, with one leg in his pants, was yelling for Bobby to get his cock out of that cunt and get his ass in gear. His confusion began to replace his lust. He tried to figure out what the hell was going on. Then he began to hear the noises more clearly. There were voices yelling something about the cops and, sure enough, there were police whistles tweeting loudly nearby.

Carl was dressed and he grabbed Bobby, pulling him out of the whore's pussy and off the bed. Footsteps were heavily pounding past the door, the whistles were getting louder and Bobby was coming to his senses. He scrambled for his clothes, but Don was dragging him and he couldn't get anything on.

They opened the door and saw a parade of half-dressed men and women rushing by. They joined the stampede. Suddenly, the tide turned, and everyone started moving the other way. They were surrounded by cops. Then Bobby saw the whore he had been fucking. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side. Bobby grabbed Don and Don grabbed Carl. The whore led the line of them into a dark room. She slammed the door and they were out of the rushing mob. Kitty let a window shade snap up, revealing a dirty window with cracked panes. She lifted the window and crawled out, yelling for the guys to follow her.

Bobby was hopping up and down, trying desperately to get his foot into his pant leg, but wasn't having much luck. Don kept pushing him towards the window. There was a fire escape out there, and Kitty and Carl were already running up it to the roof. Bobby was pushed out the window, naked, clutching his clothes in his arms. He found himself climbing the steep steps with his cock wagging in the afternoon breeze.

When they reached the roof, it seemed that they would be safe. The sun was shining and there wasn't a cop in sight. They could still hear the commotion below, but it seemed faraway. Kitty, with a robe wrapped around her, showed the guys how to hop to the next roof and where they could find another fire escape that would take them back down to the street. She said she was going to hide out with a friend in another building.

Bobby was getting into his clothes and wanted to suggest that they go along with her to her friend's. He found that he had come some time after pulling out of her snatch. He had an orgasm and had missed it. Before he could say anything, the whore was gone and Bobby was chasing after his brothers and buttoning his shirt. They found their way down to the street and began to realize what a close call it had been.

"Let's go wound to the front of that building again and see what's going on," Carl suggested.

That sounded like a good idea, and they walked over there. As soon as they rounded the corner, they saw a bunch of cop cars and vans. It looked like they were the only ones to get away. Girls in their underwear or holding robes around them were being loaded into the vans along with a few men. When the vans were loaded and there wasn't anyone else coming out of the building, the guys were left alone on the sidewalk.

"Well, that was interesting," Don said. "Hey, punk, did you get it off with her?"

"Yeah, sort of," Bobby said.

The older brothers laughed. The three of them headed back to their favorite hitching corner and stuck out their thumbs again. They were soon home and the whole adventure seemed like a dream. To Bobby the dream included his first taste of having his cock held in the firm grip of a cunt, and he would do everything he could to get into another as soon as possible.

CHAPTER FIVE

Susan had met an interesting guy at a party and he asked her for her phone number, but she really didn't expect him to call her, so she was surprised when he did. They made a date to see a movie. Susan was even more surprised when she realized her reaction to having the date. All she could think about was getting fucked. When she met Sam at that party, she noticed the bulge in his pants – Susan had become an incurable crotch watcher – and if the truth be known, that's what attracted her to him.

She hadn't had a date in a few months, and after relying on her finger far sexual release for that long, she was ready to get fucked. But that wasn't the only reason. She had gone without sex for longer than that before and hadn't become the raving nympho she now was. Maybe it was getting older that was increasing her need, she thought. Or it could be the constant display of good-looking studs right in her own house that kept her horny. In any case, it was a new experience for her to crave a stiff cock with such fervor, and she sympathized with anyone who was in the same boat.

That was why she had been so concerned about Bobby. But now it seemed that he was on his way to sexual fulfillment, too. Would she be the only horny one in the house?

Susan was straightening up the house before getting ready for her date when Bobby came into the living room.

"HI, Mom. Did you see that magazine with the Porsche test report it?"

"How do I know? I don't keep track of your magazines and if you left it lying around, I probably threw it away," she yelled.

"That was a brand-new magazine," he whined. "Look, young man, I have things to do, so stay out of my hair."

Bobby stormed out of the room. Susan didn't have many occasions to yell at him like that and she felt bad about it. But now that wasn't all she was feeling. In her state of horny anticipation of her date that night, the sight of her young son filled her with passion. If he hadn't irritated her by asking about that magazine while she was trying to clean up, she would have reacted to him quite differently. Susan could picture herself walking up to her boy and taking him in her arms.

She let her imagination go, and thought bow his young, stiff prick would press into her belly. Her tits would smother him as he slid down her body to kiss her… But this wasn't getting the housework done. She was only distracting herself and getting her undies all soggy with cunt-juice.

Susan got back to work and locked the sexy daydreams out of her mind. With any luck at all, she would get laid that night, and then she might be back to normal for a while. These incestuous thoughts she was having were beginning to bother her.

When Sam showed up that evening, Susan was dressed in her sexiest outfit. She wore a tight-fitting red, silk blouse without a bra beneath to spoil the natural curve of her tits. She loved the way the silk felt on her nipples, and it kept her pink tit-caps erect and showing through the luxurious fabric. For the movies, she thought her black slacks would be right. They fit her like a coat of paint. Her firm ass was shown off to perfection and the crack of her cunt could be seen if you looked closely.

She was nervous and wished he would show up soon. She envied men for being able to pick a woman and being spared that waiting. Finally she heard a car. In another minute, Bobby was calling her from the bottom of the stairs. She paced a few more lengths of the room, took a deep breath and went downstairs.

Bobby and Sam were sitting on the couch talking. As Susan looked at the two of them, her cunt baked its fragrant juice. She didn't know which of the guys turned her on more.

Sam stood when he saw her and once again the lump behind his fly caught her eye. On the way to the movie they talked. Sam said he was a psychologist. That sounded familiar; she had probably been too preoccupied with his crotch when she first met him to have listened very closely.

A psychologist – just what she needed for a little advice. How could she work the topic of incest into the conversation without arousing his suspicions? She was concerned about her desire for her youngest son, and would like some free advice on the normalcy of that situation.

They talked about all sorts of interesting things, but incest didn't come up. The movie they went to see was a French film with subtitles. Susan didn't like to have to read a movie, but it figured that this type of guy would go for foreign films. He seemed to be a typical psychologist. He looked very intelligent with his gasses, longish hair and tweed sports jacket.

The movie was pretty good, but the ending seemed like a miracle. It turned out to be a movie about a pretty, young mother who eventually fucks her youngest son. It seemed as if Sam had read her mind and taken her to this film on purpose. As soon as they were in the car again, Susan asked him about incest.

"Oh, yes," he said, "a lot of people are involved in that. As a matter of fact, in some societies it's considered normal."

Susan was fascinated and she asked more questions. It seemed to be Sam's opinion that there wasn't anything wrong with fucking within a family. Of course, there could be guilt and jealousies, but that happened with other types of sex, too. The movie and Sam's comments had submerged Susan in a whirlpool of lust. For a moment she was worried that Sam wasn't going to ask her to his place, but he did. She hoped she didn't sound too eager in accepting.

When she got to his apartment, she was impressed. It was full of books, paintings, and expensive furniture. She made herself comfortable on a couch while Sam went over to hip fully stocked bar and mixed two martinis. He came to her with the drinks, handed her, one and sat down very close. He put an arm around her shoulder and sipped the drink. Susan was impatient, but she knew it would be a mistake to show it. She tried to drink the martini slowly and let things take their course.

Sam leaned close to her and kissed her. Susan let her mouth fall open, and she felt his tongue enter her mouth. It wasn't a second too soon. She hadn't remembered a time in her life when she was hornier. Suddenly, Sam leaned forward and picked up what looked like a remote control, for a television set. She couldn't believe that he was going to turn on a TV now, but that's exactly what he did.

A huge color television screen flashed on. What kind of nut was she mixed up with? she wondered. It looked like one of the late-night talk shows, until the picture came into clearer focus. Susan slowly realized that she was watching herself and Sam sitting on that couch.

"It's my hobby," Sam said. "The camera is right up there on the top shelf."

Susan looked up and saw a small TV camera peeking down at her. It was interesting, but not what she had in mind.

"Watch the screen," Sam said.

As Susan looked at the TV, she saw Sam reach over and take her tit in his hand. His touch, in her condition, was enough to curl her hair, but she realized that it was even more exciting watching it on the television screen. She saw him lean towards her and stick his face into the warmth of her neck. When she felt his lips on the tender skin under her ear, her pussy cried out for his prick.

Susan wasn't a TV addict, but if the programs were always as good as this, she would be. She had never seen herself being made love to before, and she couldn't believe how exciting it was. She reached over and stroked the side of Sam's head, a simple gesture, but watching it on the screen made it spectacular.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Sam whispered.

Susan hated to leave the TV behind, but it had already gotten her so hot that she couldn't refuse the offer. As soon as they entered the bedroom, she knew she was in for the extravaganza of her life. There were TVs everywhere and cameras all around the bed, pointing at the center of attention from various angles, including a camera at the foot of the bed for those hard-to-see close-ups.

Mirrors on the ceiling and wails made Susan feel that she was in a huge hall full of people and equipment. When Sam began to undress, she could watch every side of his body simultaneously. She began peeling her clothes off, and saw Sam gaze from, one mirror to the other. When they got into bed, he reached over to a console of knobs and switches in the headboard and threw a switch. Four TV monitors lit up around them.

Susan was flabbergasted as she looked from one screen to the next. One showed her and Sam from above. She could see her body, her tits pointing perkily up from her chest, and her dark muff hiding the pink slash of her cunt lips. Sam's cock was standing at attention and swaying with the beats of his horny heart.

She looked at the next screen. It was a view from her side of the bed and she could see her tits moving up and down as she breathed in deep breaths of lust. The curls on her cunt mound rose above the horizon of her hips. Sam's cock could be seen once again in the background. The other screens showed two more angles of the same subject, and as she watched, she saw Sam turn towards her and touch her clit.

She automatically closed her eyes as the feeling of his caress flowed through her, but she opened them again when she realized she was missing the fine show on the television screens. Even when Sam lowered his face to hers and took her lips between his teeth, Susan kept her eyes on the screen.

She let her thighs fall open and watched the screen that showed the view from the foot of the bed. Her cunt smiled at her with its toothless, pink grin. Sam's balls looked delicious lying at the base of his mighty cock. She rolled her hips and opened her legs wider to get a better view of her pussy.

Sam reached up to the console and turned a knob. The camera aimed at their crotches zoomed in until her cunt was filling the big screen. Then Sam reached for that cunt and took it in his strong fingers. Susan was watching him handling her twat on TV. As he stuck his middle finger in her snatch, she not only felt the walls of her box stretch to accommodate it, but she could see it slide in, too.

While he dabbled in her cunt with his longest finger, he held the soft lips apart with his fingers. Her inner lips were held open like butterfly wings while they both watched him stirring the pink, wet interior.

As he stimulated her twat with a finger, he covered her hard nipple with his mouth and sucked on it. Susan could look from the close-up of her cunt to a medium shot of Sam lying with his face on her heaving tit and sucking on it. It was like starring in a porno film and being in the audience at the same time. She had never imagined such an exciting variation of the usual fuck. How nice it would be to have this gadget at home to watch herself jerking off, she thought.

Sam was reaching as far up her snatch as he could. He had very long fingers, and combined with the way Susan was lifting her thighs and pushing her cunt out as much as she could, he was reaching to the very end of her fuck-chamber. He added another finger, then another, until he had all four fingers in her pussy, and they were watching the whole thing on big-screen, color TV!

The presence of all those fingers in her pussy, wiggling and massaging as they were, was driving Susan into a state of horny delirium. The images on the TVs were like a dream now as she rolled and writhed under the burden of a stuffed cunt. Sam still was adding to the bulk of her load. He managed to get his thumb in there, too, and was now pushing his whole fist into her tight fuck-hole.

Susan's cunt was flowing with lubricating juice, but it was beginning to hurt anyhow. He had a way of continuing the force of his fist shoving that was getting it into her cunt with the least amount of discomfort and the most pleasure, and Susan decided to let him continue to see what would happen.

He stopped pushing when his hand was completely buried in the tight grip of her cunt. She was in delicious ecstasy and the pain was subsiding. The TV showed the unbelievable sight of Sam's hand completely enveloped in her cunt, with just the heel of his hand showing between the stretched twat-lips. Then Sam began to pull his hand out. Her pussy walls seemed to cling to the fist and the pink lining showed at the entrance as it reluctantly let him go.

They watched the hand emerge, wet with her juices, until her cunt was empty again. She felt hollow after that and her cunt remained opened and gaping the pink snatch-lips surrounded a dark cavern of space that wanted desperately to be filled once again. Sam knew he would have to wait until her pussy shrank to its normal size before it would be worthwhile sticking his cock in, but there was no hurry. He had plenty of other tricks to keep them aroused.

Susan took Sam's cock into her hand and found that it was bigger than it looked on the television screen. Her fingers barely reached around it. She felt it pulsing with hot blood as she slowly moved the loose skin of the sausage back and forth over the stiff core. Sam was still sucking her tit as she fondled his prick. He began swiveling his body around, moving his cock towards her face as he moved his lips down the underside of her tit and along the smooth flesh of her belly.

Susan knew what was coming, but she still enjoyed it more from watching the action on the TVs. She saw Sam move into the classic sixty-nine position and felt him brush his lips and nose through her pussy curls. With her hand still wrapped around his pecker, she pulled the rod to her mouth and opened wide. Just as she felt his tongue probing the gash of her cunt, she slipped his fat cock-head into her mouth.

Clamping down on the spongy prick-tip, she looked at the TV screen again. The sight of Sam's head between her thighs and his cock in her mouth made her gasp. She had been in that position many times, but she never imagined that it looked so weirdly erotic. Sam was careful not to get his head in the way of the TV camera at the foot of the bed as he sucked her cunt, and Susan could look past his stomach and watch him at work on her twat.

She didn't want to let the watching take away from the doing, so she made sure that she did a good job on the prick in her mouth. She ran her tongue along the bottom of the head while she continued lifting the skin up and down. She could see how her lips had to stretch to get the thick rod into her mouth, and that surprised her, too.

Sam was getting his tongue high up her pussy-tunnel and she thought it was time to take more of his cock into her head. She moved her head forward and felt the swollen cock slide down her throat. Susan tad to concentrate at these times so she wouldn't gag and spoil the blowjob. When she had his prick-head deep in her throat, she swallowed several times so her throat would grab his cock and give it a yank. The technique worked, she could tell, by the way she saw his body react on the TV screens.

Sam's tongue was getting to her. The flutter over her cunt and short jabs up her twat-cave were starting the waves of passion rolling. She increased the motion of her tongue and throat on his cock to catch up. When Sam began making little detours of his tongue over to her asshole for a fast lick, she began sliding his cock up and down her throat with rapid movements. They both began to shake with lust, as she could see on the monitors.

Susan knew that if he came in her throat, she would gag, so she kept his prick-tip in her mouth and swished her tongue all around it. There wasn't much room left in her mouth with the fat dong lying on her tongue, but she managed to move her tongue around enough to keep his passion rising.

Even though he was panting with pleasure, Sam kept his tongue lashing the slippery interior of Susan's twat. He held her around the hips to keep his face pressed to her violently shaking pussy. They were both in frenzy as they prepared to come. Susan found it helpful to watch Sam in the monitors to determine just when he was going to shoot. That way she could pace her tonguing so they could both come together.

Just as the first wave of her climax hit her, she felt the searing heat of his jism in her mouth. She swallowed just in time to catch the next spurt. Her mouth was filling up fast and she was in the grip of her own orgasm, so it was hard to synchronize her swallowing with his spewing. She began moaning around the cock that stuffed her mouth and jism ran down her chin, but she kept sucking. Susan was dedicated when it came to sex, and she wouldn't fall down on the job if she could help it.

She could feel Sam's tongue reacting to his own orgasm, but he, too, was trying not to let his own passion interfere with the lapping he was applying to her cunt. Even though both of them were nearly out of control with intense pleasure, they continued their work. It was rare to find two people so loyal to sexual passion that they were willing to see the task through even though they were almost paralyzed with ecstasy.

Susan saw their bodies slow down and relax on the bed on all the televisions. Sam lay with his head between her legs and rested while Susan licked his cock clean. When Sam moved beside her again, he flipped another switch and the screens changed from a view of them to a beautiful view of a field surrounded with woods. Deer gazed at the edge of the forest and hawks circled above.

It was the perfect thing to relax by after a hot session of cock sucking, Susan realized; she appreciated Sam's hobby. As she watched, she noticed a naked woman stroll out of the woods. She was a beautiful creature and she walked across the field with the grace of the deer gazing nearby.

The woman came into better view and Susan feasted her eyes on her perfect body. The huge tits on her chest rose and fell with every step and her tanned skin glistened in the bright sun. Then someone else emerged from the woods – an equally naked man. Now Susan knew what she was in for.

As the man approached the girl, Susan saw his cock grow and become stiff. He was a well-built, dark young guy with a powerful cock. The girl bent down to pick a wild flower as the man caught up to her. She lifted a delicate blossom and held it to the man's nose. He sniffed it, then the two embraced. It was the nicest porno flick Susan had ever seen and it was already having its effect on her.

She lay there watching the beautiful people on the television fuck and suck each other with as much passion as Sam and she had just displayed. After watching themselves making it, it was interesting to compare them with the two she was now watching. She was sure that her own performance was at least as good as the girl's.

Susan and Sam lay there watching the porno videotape until it was over. They watched the girl and guy fuck and suck each other, and now they were ready for more themselves. Sam's cock was standing once again and Susan's cunt was wet with new juice.

Sam turned the cameras on again, and as soon as Susan saw herself on the monitors, she turned to Sam. He grabbed her and they kissed with more energy than they had before. He tilled his tongue into her mouth as he filled his hand with one of her ass-cheeks. Her nipples were stiff once more and pressed into his chest.

He inserted a few fingers into her ass again, but this time he didn't leave them there. He began smearing her juice from her slit to her asshole. When her bung was well lubricated, he slipped a finger in. Susan wiggled in perverted delight as Sam probed deep into her asshole.

As he fingered her shifter, he kept bringing more slippery fluid from her cunt and smeared it over the tight hole. Then he rolled her over and mounted her. Susan was pressed between the white sheet and Sam's hot body. She spread her legs and felt the blunt head of his prick move into the valley of her ass. He zoomed the camera in on the action and switched it to a monitor that they could both watch in that position.

Susan saw her puckered asshole waiting for his cock, which he was moving closer and closer. As she felt his prick hit the target, she was able to follow the whole procedure on the screen. There was a moment of pain as he bore down on her butt-hole with all the weight his cock could bear. Then her asshole opened and the long thick cock began to disappear.

It was as if she were being split in two, and she wasn't sure she was going to like that variation, but her asshole soon stretched enough to make it comfortable. His took was now buried totally in her ass-tube and Susan was gasping from the intense pleasure that was emanating from the spot.

When Sam pulled his cock halfway out, she let out a loud yelp, and as he plunged it back in, she made an even louder noise. Carefully and slowly at first, Sam pumped his cock in and out of her tight ass-canal. Susan's moans reverberated off the walls of the room. She could feel the massiveness of his meat right through the thin wall separating her ass-chamber from her cunt.

As Sam speeded his thrusts, she maneuvered her hand under her belly and stuck a finger into the lips of her pussy. She found her cunt, swollen and hard, and began rubbing. A cock up her ass, her finger on her cunt and her eyes on the TV watching the whole scene were all added and multiplying her lust.

Susan's body vibrated under Sam's as she neared her orgasm. She could tell by his grunts and the hot breath on her neck that he was going to fill her ass very soon with hot load number two, and she wanted to be coming when she felt it happen. Increasing the rubbing on her clit built her pleasure rapidly to a high peak, from which she was about to dive into the depths of ecstasy.

Sam was about to come, but she was ready. Her orgasm was only a few rubs away. They entered the realm of sexual bliss together. She fought to keep her eyes open so she could see their bodies twitching and bouncing on one another. Her finger was jostled out of her cunt, but she didn't have too much trouble sticking it back in. Sam's jism was filling her asshole and adding its own lubrication, so his cock felt different as it slid in and out of her shitter now.

This orgasm seemed to last longer than the first for both of them. But they were finally still. Sam lay on her for a long time, and Susan loved his weight on her. She could feel his cock shrinking in her asshole, and that felt nice, too.

Sam's television kept Susan's mind off her young son, but as they relaxed after the long climax, she fell asleep and dreamed that it was Bobby lying on her back. When she woke, she didn't seem interested in Sam any more. He played back the scene of him fucking her in the ass, but it didn't even get her attention – her heart was at home with her youngest son.

CHAPTER SIX

Before Susan had left with Sam that night, Carl and Don left the house and refused to take Bobby with them. Bobby had to stay home to let the kids in when they started arriving. The boys were going to take advantage of their mother's absence by throwing a party. Bobby hated to have to be the one to stay home, but he had learned long ago that if he was to get the benefits of having big brothers, he would have to play along.

Bobby hung around for a while and nothing happened. He imagined his brothers had given up the idea of having a party and not bothered to tell him. He was getting really pissed about the whole thing when the doorbell rang. He opened the door and was confronted with two sexy chicks.

"We heard that there was a party here," the taller one said.

Bobby was speechless. He looked at the two girls, sizing them up, and couldn't believe what he saw. One was very tall and slim, with firm, small tits that pushed her halter-top out, her nipples clearly delineated beneath the fabric. Her friend was short, shorter then Bobby, and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. Her tits reached far out in front of her. They both had very pretty faces, too.

"Yeah, there is," he said backing away, making room for them to pass.

They looked suspicious, but came in. Bobby didn't know what to do or say. He was burning up at his brothers now more than before. What was he going to do with these two chicks by himself?

They all went into the living room and sat down. The girls introduced themselves and said that two guys they had never seen before had told them about the party. Bobby didn't know what to expect if his brothers were going to tell every stranger they saw about the party, but he wished someone else would show up soon.

"Those guys are my brothers," he said in explanation. "They should be home soon."

"Can we help with anything?" the tall one asked.

"What do you mean?" Bobby asked.

"You know," the girl said. "Get things ready and stuff like that."

"Oh, yeah," Bobby said. Suddenly he realized that if there was going to be a party, there should be some potato chips and pretzels and that sort of thing. He wasn't even sure if there was any of that stuff in the house.

"I'll get it," he said, just to get away.

After looking through the cupboards and not finding much, he had an idea. Suddenly it seemed to him that his brothers were playing another trick on him. They had sent these two chicks over and there really wasn't going to be a party. His brothers knew how shy he was and were always doing things like this to him. Well, he would show them!

Bobby went into the living room with all his horny energy ready. He would make a pass at these chicks and either drive them out of the place, or have an orgy for himself. When he saw them, his legs almost buckled, but he forced himself on. Concentrating on their tits, he walked towards them. He knew his cock was getting hard and would show, but he also knew that that would be in his favor.

"There doesn't seem to be anything around. I guess my brothers are going to bring that stuff." He swallowed hard, and then said. "Can I sit here on the couch with you? You see, when we have parties, we usually do a lot of necking and there's no reason that we shouldn't start – right away."

Now that he had blurted that out, he felt better. He dropped himself between the two startled girls and put his arms around their shoulders. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, but at least he wasn't letting his brothers make a fool of him. He would turn the tables on them and that would be the last joke of that kind they would try.

The girls seemed nervous, but Bobby took things slowly and they began to relax. It seemed very easy to handle girls all of a sudden. If only he could think of something clever and funny to say.

"Maybe this is the whole party," he said.

The girls laughed and he realized that he had said something funny even though he hadn't thought it was funny himself.

"Well, if there isn't going to be a party, we'd better go," the short girl said.

Bobby turned to her suddenly and kissed her on the mouth. She didn't get up, and he thought that might be the turning point. Then he kissed the tall girl and she giggled. That seemed to be a good sign, he thought.

He kissed the short girl again and reached for a tit on the tall girl's chest. He was going great guns, and was grateful to his brothers for their joke. It seemed that his shy days were over. He'd taken a chance and it had paid off.

The tall girl was opening her mouth for him when the doorbell rang again. He couldn't imagine who that was, but he went to the door. When he opened it, he saw about a half-dozen kids who he knew from the neighborhood. They were carrying bottles of wine and beer.

"How ya doing, squirt?" Larry, a friend of his brothers, said as he stormed in.

Now Bobby was ready to run away from home. There really was going to be a party after all, and now he wasn't going to get a chance at those two chicks, at least not yet. His head spun as he realized the bold approach he'd made with the girls, and he didn't think he could ever get himself to do that again. Life seemed awfully tough sometimes.

All the kids followed Larry into the room. John was there and he made a beeline for the girls on the couch. Suddenly there were more people at the door. The room was filling up fast and Bobby was getting over his disappointment and confusion. It looked like there were going to be a lot of girls and anything might happen.

Some of the kids did have chips and things like that, and they all brought something to drink. It was a full-fledged party suddenly. People were overflowing the living room and filling the dining room and kitchen. A record was put on and some kids were dancing. Finally Don and Carl showed up. The first two girls had disappeared, though.

Bobby was getting into a party mood. He grabbed a bottle of beer and began cruising. Some kids were already necking, but it was early and most were either dancing or just standing around talking. Bobby spotted the tall girl he had planned on grabbing before he knew there really was a party, but by the time he got to where she had been, she, was gone. He didn't care, there were sexy chicks everywhere he looked. Bobby was sizing up all the girls and wondering what his chances would be with each one of them. Even Dot, the girl Bobby had been caught watching his brother fuck, was there. He decided he'd better not try to talk to her yet, though. Maybe later, when the party warmed up, she would be more receptive.

Bobby drifted through the house. Even at that early hour, there were kids in the bedrooms with the light off. He didn't think anyone was actually fucking yet, probably just necking. Kathy, a girl in his class at school, was standing near a card table that had been set up to hold chips and dip, and he went over to her. She looked lonely and her body was nicer looking than he remembered it being when he saw her at school.

"Hi, Kathy," he said. She said hello and smiled broadly at him.

He couldn't help looking down at her tits every time he thought he could without getting caught. He got caught a few times anyhow, but Kathy only smiled and was glad he seemed interested. Her tits had a very interesting shape, sort of like a ski-jump. Her nipples were lusciously poking at the tight cotton pulled tightly against them. Bobby's mouth began drooling when he imagined how it would feel to suck on one of those beauties.

Suddenly, the table began shaking. They looked at each other in surprise, and then Bobby peeked under. There were two kids necking in the dark under there. Bobby could see a tit covered by a grasping hand, but couldn't identify the participants.

"Let's go over here," he said to Kathy, pointing to a fairly uncrowded corner.

Bobby led her to the far corner of the dining room where he could corner her without a lot of people getting in the way. He maneuvered her into the corner and stood in front of her. Bobby was learning the psychological tricks involved in getting what he wanted from girls.

"I almost didn't recognize you," he said. "You look so different at school."

Kathy smiled at him and he noticed that her hair was different, too. Now her black hair fell casually around her face rather than being pulled back, like she wore it in the classroom.

Bobby leaned forward with an offer of a kiss. She stood still and he finally reached her lips. She kissed him back, but without much enthusiasm. Bobby's prick was getting hard, and it gave him energy to pursue. Taking a step closer let him feel her tits on his chest. He kissed her again, and this time she let her lips open for his tongue to pass through.

After kissing for a while, he asked her to come with him into the living room, which had now become a dark cavern of necking kids. She didn't say anything, but she didn't resist when Bobby took her hand and led her into the darkness of the living room.

Bobby flopped down in a vacant chair and pulled Kathy down on his lap. He knew she could feel his hard cock as she sat on it. Now he was in a position where he could really explore her body, if only she were willing to let him. His arm snaked around her waist and they kissed again. This time she plunged her tongue into his mouth and the kiss was a real sizzler.

Now was the time to grab her tit, Bobby knew. He decided to take the big chance, and slipped his hand under her jersey before bringing it to her tit. The smooth skin of her side felt so good that he was going to be awfully disappointed if he couldn't fondle her tits. He tightened his grip around her waist before taking her cunt in his hand. When he cupped the living sponginess of her boob, she didn't resist and Bobby felt proud of himself.

Her tit was so firm that it he wasn't holding the actual skin, he would have been sure she was wearing a bra. It wasn't real big, but it fit his hand real well. He felt the nipple with his finger tip. No wonder it showed so clearly under her jersey; it was hard as a bullet! Bobby was having a good time running his hand over both tits and exploring the valley between them. He'd handled a lot boobs lately and they had all been different.

He wondered what he might be able to do to further his efforts with her. Even though the room was dark, it was full of people and Kathy probably wouldn't let him get much farther until they were alone. Suddenly, Carl came up to him with a serious look on his face.

"Hey, Bobby, do you know a girl named Roberta Johns?" his brother asked him.

Did he? He'd been lusting after her for a long time. Could she be at the party? Carl leaned down and whispered in Bobby's ear.

"She's in the kitchen, and I'll bet if you get there quick, she'd be willing to do anything you wanted. She locked pretty desperate and she's asking about you."

Now Bobby was in a real dilemma. Should he leave Kathy, who he already had, to see what Roberta wanted? Roberta was the girl of his dreams – wet dreams usually. He couldn't resist.

"I'll be right back," he said to Kathy as he slipped out from under her. He knew it wasn't a very nice thing to do, but if he couldn't find Roberta, he would be back. Everything, after all, was fair in love and war, or so he'd heard.

As Bobby made his way to the kitchen he suddenly had a horrible thought. He looked back into the dim living room. Sure enough – there was Carl, sitting in the chair he'd abandoned, and kissing Kathy. He'd been had. Bobby felt like shit when he realized he was still a fall guy.

Well, there didn't seem to be anything to do but start over. He grabbed another bottle of beer and looked around for a girl he could start something with. The idea that Roberta was looking for him was too far-fetched to even bother checking out.

Dot was standing near the record player. She was alone and swaying to the music. Her blonde hair shook sensually as it fell around her gorgeous tits. He wondered if it would be a good idea to talk to her. She might still be pissed about him having watched her and Carl fuck. The beer gave Bobby the courage to go up to her; that and the memory of her ass humping while Carl's cock was bathing in her snatch. He had to get real close to make himself heard over the loud music.

"Hi, Dot," he said right into her ear. "Hope you're not still mad at me."

She looked at him, and then went on with her rhythmic swaying. He tried again.

"I couldn't help it, you know. I was in the garage when the two of you suddenly came in." He was feeling light-headed and wanted to clear things up with this chick. "I couldn't even see anything, really."

Still no response. Bobby felt that as long as she was at his house, she could at least talk to him. One way or another, he was determined to get her to say something.

"I'll never forget how pretty your ass looked while Carl put it to you."

That did it. "Fuck off, creep," she said.

Bobby didn't think it would be a good idea to waste more time on her. He slipped away. The beer, besides making him feel high, made him want to piss. He walked to the bathroom and opened the door. There, in the middle of the room, was a girl, who he didn't know, on her knees with Don's cock in her mouth. Bobby turned around and closed the door. If he couldn't even take a piss in his own house, what kind of party was this? He went out to the yard, pissed and came back in determined to find a chick and stick with her.

There seemed to be an awfully big crowd milling about in the hall that led to the bedrooms, and Bobby decided to see what the attraction was. A bunch of guys were crowding around the door to his room. He made his way through the crush of guys and into the room, which was also full of guys. Finally he saw what was drawing them.

A chick was lying on the bed and someone was fucking. It seemed strange that all these people were here to watch a fuck, and stranger that the fuckers would want to have an audience. Maybe there was something special about it, and Bobby decided to watch for himself.

The girl looked familiar to him, but he didn't know where he knew her from. She was pretty, though, as far as he could tell. Much more prominent was the guy's ass as it bobbed up and down with the pumping action of his cock. He hadn't even taken off his pants, but only pulled them down around his ankles, Bobby enjoyed the exhibition. It gave him a hard-on, and was better than wandering around looking for a chick and not coming up with one. The boy fucking was giving a good performance. His balls were swinging wildly against the girl's ass, and she was thrusting her hips up at him to maximize the penetration of his cock in her drooling curd.

Bobby was pressed close to the action by the mob around the bed and had a good view. The guy was coming, so Bobby knew he would soon have a good look at the girl's body. Thai would be nice, he thought. At least he could look.

As soon as the kid came, he rolled off the chick Bobby suddenly realized where he had seen her. It was the tall, skinny chick who was, along with her friend, the first to show up. Now he had a good look at her body, and it was as nice as could be. Her small, firm tits stood proudly on her chest, each capped with a bright-pink nipple. Her tummy was flat and her hips narrow. There was a nice flare to her hips and her pussy was covered by a light sprinkling of wispy hair. He could see the crack very clearly, and it looked inviting.

The view didn't last long, though. She was soon covered by another male body. So that was it, Bobby figured – a gang-bang. He'd heard of that, but never expected to see one right in his own bedroom. The new fucker had also just pulled his pants down and jumped in. Bobby decided he would take a turn, too, though there was a lot of competition. Looking around the room, he saw another cluster of guys around another bed – his bed.

Rather than just stand in line here, he decided to see what else was going on. On his own bed, when he elbowed his way to it, he saw the slim girl's short friend. She was also taking on a whole bunch of guys. Bobby got there just in time to see a guy roll off her and expose her body to the gaze of the crowd.

Her body was so different from her friend's that it seemed funny. She had bulbous tits capped by enormous nipples. Her stomach looked like it would be very comfortable to lie on and her thick thighs were spread and waiting for the next guy to fill her cunt. Bobby looked at the girl's pink-lipped pussy and decided to plug it. He fumbled with his belt buckle, but before he could get his pants down, another kid had mounted the girl and taken his place. Bobby squeezed through the crowd to get back to the first girl. He hoped he would be in time to slip right into her snatch. Unfortunately she was also occupied.

Bobby didn't know if he was better off hanging around there, waiting, or going back to the heavier chick. He didn't know which he would rather fuck; actually, he would like to have fucked both and wished he had been more forceful when they first showed up and no one else was home.

Bobby decided that he wasn't going to lose out again. After all, it was his house and he deserved a piece of the action.

He pulled down his pants, freeing his stiff cock. As soon as he heard some grunting and saw a spent fucker climb off they slim, blonde girl, he let out the war whoop and jumped onto the bed before any of the other guys could make a move. The girl didn't see him coming, but almost flipped when he landed, even in her fucked-out condition.

Bobby quickly let his weight down on her bony body, and guided his cock to her cunt. The twat was well creamed and his cock didn't have any trouble sliding in. Her cunt was very tight, even after the countless pricks that had been working out in there recently.

Bobby forgot that he was surrounded by all those guys as he began fucking. He felt once again the glory of a pussy wrapped around his dong, and this time, hopefully, no one would interrupt him before he added his jism to the flood in her cunt. He withdrew his cock until he felt the inner lips of her cunt grab it around the head, then he plunged his prick in until his crotch hair mingled with hers.

As he fucked her, he looked down at her face.

She was wearing a permanent expression of ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth gaped open. Her hips were working as if they had little motors in them. Her cunt was caressing and tugging at his cock in a way he never imagined possible.

It didn't take Bobby long to come, and he knew he would have to clear out and give someone else a chance. At least he had been able to leave his load in her cunt and lose the stigma of his virginity. Bobby pulled up his pants, satisfied that he had finally gotten fucked; even if the conditions weren't the best, he had crossed the threshold. Bobby staggered around the party in the glory of his new status – stud. All the girls looked different to him now; it was as if he suddenly knew all their secrets. He wondered if he looked any different.

While Bobby strutted around the place, Susan was getting out of a cab in the driveway. She saw the house all lit up and guessed what was going on. At first she was pissed because a party meant that all the cleaning she'd done would be out the window, but she promised herself that she would make the boys clean up and then she felt better. The noise wouldn't bother her much.

Going to the back door, she looked into her kitchen and saw more people than she'd expected. Everybody was drinking, and Susan knew that a lot of them were probably under age, but she could ignore that, too. She knew kids were wild these days, and she would rather have her boys at home doing the things they did, then sneaking off somewhere.

She squeezed herself into the crowd and began making her way to her bedroom. All she wanted to do was get into bed and think about the fun she'd had at Sam's. As she fought her way through the thick swarm of kids, a few of them recognized her and said hello. Others saw that she was an older woman in the crowd, but most of them didn't even notice that she wasn't another chick wandering around.

Her boys were nowhere in sight. Suddenly, she decided to grab a bottle of beer and enjoy the party. It would be interesting to see what the kids' reaction to her would be, she thought. She saw more and more kids necking, and she couldn't help getting hot when she watched a boy's hand slide up a girl's jersey, or a chick's hand lying on the bulging crotch of one of the good looking guys.

Susan's interest in the party focused on the sex. Nothing she saw could have shocked her, but she was sort of surprised to find kids on the verge of fucking right in the living room. There could be no doubt that there was some really heavy action going on in the more private places. She realized that she might have to chase some fuckers out of ha room if she wanted to go to bed, but she didn't and if kids were using her room, she wouldn't interfere.

She let herself lean against the wall in the dining room, where she could survey the scene and sip her beer. It was exciting hanging around like a kid. The kids seemed to accept her without question, which she took as a tremendous compliment.

"Hello," a boyish voice said to her. "Do you live around here?"

Susan looked at the boy who had spoken to her, and saw a good-looking guy about Don's age, eighteen. He had curly hair that stood out around his head in a near-perfect circle. She told him she did live around here.

"Funny, I never saw you around school or nothing," he said.

It was rather dark where they stood, but Susan was still surprised that he could mistake her for a girl of his own age. She wasn't dressed like the young girls, but then boys didn't usually notice things like that. Susan began to feel strange, but she didn't want to straighten this kid out for some reason. She would string him along.

"I go to private school," she replied.

The boy was moving closer to her, she realized with a twinge of fright. What if one of her boys saw her with this young boy making advances at her? Still, the strange circumstances were becoming more and more fascinating and she just didn't want to miss this chance to find out what these kids were really like. If she was more honest with herself, she would have had to realize that this guy's young body held a lot of interest for her.

She felt the boy's hand touch the small of her back and his hot breath seared her cheek. Susan looked around to see if one of her own boys might be around to see what was going on, and when she didn't see one of them, she closed her eyes and let the boy kiss her.

His kiss was rough and hard, but the energy behind it thrilled her. She became putty in the youth's hands. He grabbed her tit with the same vigor he kissed with. Susan was taken back to her own adolescence; she was filled with the memory of how really exciting sex could be.

The kid pressed his hard crotch against her belly as his hand explored her huge, heaving tit and his tongue reamed her mouth.

Susan was caught in the grip of uncontrollable lust. This kid was a bolt from the blue. How could she have forgotten what sex could be like? Only a young kid emerging from long years of horniness could make love so explosively, she supposed.

"Come out to my car," the boy whispered hoarsely in her car.

Susan was powerless to refuse. But she had to be careful.

"There's someone here who I don't want to see me," she said as she looked around again. The boy understood, at least he thought he did, and he led her quickly out the back door.

Holy shit! Bobby thought. His mother was home earlier than he had expected. He hoped the party wouldn't have to break up, but he figured his mom was easy-going enough to let things die down by themselves. But she seemed to be leaving the house with that kid. Bobby couldn't believe what he saw. Going to the window, he watched as his mother and the kid climbed into the boy's car, which was parked in the street near the house. When he realized what was happening, he felt like he'd been hit with a club. Dazed, he went out into the back yard and sat down in the darkness under the tree. He felt terrible, but wasn't sure why. He cried.

Susan and the boy began grabbing each other as soon as they got into the backseat. The boy didn't waste any time reaching into her blouse and taking her big tit into his strong fingers. He kneaded the meat of her boob with greedy squeezes and jabs. Susan was almost breathless with passion. Her cunt was running more copiously than it ever had with lovers her own age.

After squeezing her tit for a while, the boy moved his hand down to her belt buckle. He jostled her around as he roughly unfastened her belt and pants. Susan gasped as he forced his hand into her undies and grabbed her leaking cunt. She felt like a rag doll in his strong arms, and it was a new and wonderful experience. She spread her legs so his hand wouldn't hurt so much as he forced it lower into her crotch.

Two could play that game, she thought as she reached into the kid's lap and pulled down his zipper. She would show him that a woman her age could give as well as receive. As her hand went into the opened fly, she could tell by his tongue's reaction in her mouth that he was surprised at her aggressiveness.

His cock seemed huge to Susan. She managed to grab the head and pull it out through his fly. Her hand held on while the bat pulsed with all the teenage passion the kid was feeling if her highly educated fingers didn't give her age away; nothing would, Susan thought, as she applied all her skill to the handling of his dick. She knew kids his age could come in a few seconds when the right stimulus was applied, so he handled his cock carefully and lightly. His hips began trembling soon after Susan began running the tips of her fingers very lightly over the tight skin of the bloated knob.

The kid wasn't too bad at finger fucking. What he lacked in finesse, he made up for in enthusiasm. He had a long, thick middle finger and was sliding it up the juicy cave of her pussy. Susan clamped his finger with the muscles in her cunt, showing the kid what a well-trained cunt could do. There probably weren't many teenage pussies around that could do that.

Susan decided to put this kid through the paces. It might be a chance of a lifetime and she didn't want to waste it. She released his cock and grabbed her slacks. As she wiggled out of them, the boy helped her with his free hand. When her cunt was in the open, she pulled his hand from it, leaned back against the car door and lifted her legs. She put one leg over the boy's shoulders and the other on his lap.

He stared into her naked cunt with his mouth hanging opened. A more experienced stud would have taken the hint and dove into her soggy twat, but this kid just stared. Susan wondered what was wrong with the boy. Didn't kids eat pussy these days?

"Won't you eat me?" she asked in a soft voice.

The boy didn't answer, but soon he began lowering his face towards the hairy crotch that he could barely see in the dim light of the car. His hands rested on her milky thighs as he descended. Susan slumped down farther to give him better access to her wet gash. It looked to her like this was the kid's first time going down on a chick. She thought it was about time he learned the manly art of cunt lapping and was glad to be his teacher.

His long, curly hair tickled her thighs before his mouth reached the pink flesh of her drooling gash, and Susan took a deep breath in anticipation.

The boy could smell the hot muskiness of her crotch and it was making his head spin. As Susan had suspected, he had never muff-dived before. All the guys made fun of cunt-lappers, and he wondered what this chick had that made him do what she asked. It was as if he was going to fuck a schoolteacher or something, he thought, as she took control of the situation.

His head kept getting closer and soon he felt the damp curls of her twat on his face. He hesitated, breathing in the strong perfume. Then he stuck his tongue into her salty slit. He found that it was much wetter than her mouth had been. Thick cunt-syrup slowly oozed out of her crack as he stuck his tongue farther into it. The lining felt so different to his tongue than it had to his finger that he could hardly believe it.

The way he gingerly poked and probed told Susan that her guess was right about this being his first cunt-lapping job. But he seemed to be getting into it. At first his tongue felt around like a blind man searching for something, but now he was beginning to wipe his tongue over her slick cunt-flesh with hungry strokes. His head began to bob up and down between her thighs as he got the hang of giving head.

Susan rested her head against the window of the car and enjoyed the kinky passion rising in her belly. The kid was pushing his face more tightly to her twat and getting his tongue way up her fuck-hole. Before long, Susan was moving her hips in the rhythm of his head. He was a fast learner.

Susan's voice sounded loud in the confines of the car as she made her pleasure audible. Her face showed the effects of the boy's efforts, too. Turning her head sideways, Susan wrinkled up her pretty features in an expression of passion. She began bumping her head on the window behind her, as her body reacted to the cunt lapping.

She felt an orgasm coming. The kid didn't know that she liked her clit concentrated on as she came, so she took his head in her hands and held it so his fluttering tongue hit the hard nut. He caught on fairly quickly, and Susan had her hands free to play with her own tits. Her knees shook as her orgasm took over her mind. The boy was giving her pussy strong licks; over and over his tongue covered her quivering cunt-flesh.

Susan's moans and cries spurred the youth on. None of the young chicks he was used to let their voices ring out like that, and the sound was the most exciting thing he'd ever heard. It was better than rock music.

Susan squirmed and thrashed around as her climax filled her with terrific bliss. The boy knew enough to keep his head in place and his tongue at work while she overflowed with pleasure.

"That was real nice," Susan purred as soon as she was able to talk.

The boy climbed up beside her as she eased herself down on the seat. She could smell her cunt-juice on his face, and when they kissed, the warm liquid was smeared on her cheeks. Susan didn't mind having a faceful of her own twat-cream. It was as warm and nice as the white stuff she loved to drink so much.

The boy's stiff prick felt so big as it touched her thigh that Susan began to hope he would use it on her before her first orgasm wore off completely. She tugged his cock to give him the hint, and he didn't miss it. He climbed aboard, and she took his cock and pulled it to the slimy entrance of her snatch.

As his dick filled her fuck-hole, Susan moaned softly. His rod was big and her cunt had to do a little stretching. When his cock was all the way in, she could feel the fat knob at the opening of her womb. She was reminded again of the power of horny youth when he started humping.

He rammed his cock up her twat with all his energy, which was considerable. She let out a grunt with every thrust. Soon they were grunting together with a weird harmony. Susan's whole body was being jarred as the boy crashed his prick up her cunt. His hips rose and fell like some sort of huge machine and she was just going along for the ride.

Susan was going to come soon, but the boy was already on the verge of shooting. She hoped he could wait.

He couldn't. His searing fuck-cream began spurting into her cunt, and although it sped her on her way, she still wasn't there. When the boy stopped shooting, he let his hips slow down.

"Don't stop!" Susan screamed in his ear.

The boy immediately resumed his pistoning action and Susan reached the pinnacle. She came with more force than the first time and the young fucker on her kept his prick working until she was still. By that time the boy was on his way again. They continued fucking like that through a few more climaxes.

The boy was lying heavily on her when they were both finally satisfied. Susan knew she had to get away from him and into the house before anyone found out who she was. Getting caught by one of her own boys would be a disaster. If she knew it was already too late to worry about that, she would have felt terrible. She would have gone to Bobby, had she known she had been seen, and offered him everything she had given this other boy, and more. But she thought she had, gotten away with it, and was feeling pretty good about her illicit screw.

CHAPTER SEVEN

After the big party, two members of the Arnold family found themselves changed dramatically. Susan was unable to put the fling with the young boy out of her mind, and Bobby was haunted by the sight of his mother slipping away with that kid. Susan couldn't get that kid's youthful cock out of her mind. She had been lusting after her son for a while already, but now that she knew, first-hand, the incredible fury of a young, horny kid's cock, she was dying for more, and Bobby was the focus of her hunger.

She would follow him around with her eyes, imagining how powerfully he could thrust his cock up a wet pussy. At night, she would lie awake and think of her youngest son. Her hands would move over her trembling body, but in her fantasies it was Bobby's hands that cupped her firm tits with sensual squeezes and his fingers that entered her cunt.

She would dig deeply into her twat-cave, just as Bobby would if only she could tell him of her desires. When she would nib herself into a state of ecstasy, she would imagine Bobby's face hovering over her own, with an expression of passion equal to hers. She would have a lonely orgasm, but pretend that her boy was there with her. How long she could go on with these imaginings, she didn't know.

Bobby felt betrayed by his mother, even though he never gave her the idea that he was interested in her sexually. Why should she slip out with that young kid? He wondered. After all, she had just come home from a date. He realized that his hurt and anger didn't diminish his longing for her, though. She was still the most beautiful and sexy creature in the world.

Even now that he had experienced the joy of leaving his load in a hot cunt, he wanted his mother. He noticed her looking at him with a strange look in her eyes, but he didn't know what was behind that look. If he had, it might have changed things considerably. Meanwhile, that sloppy fuck he had at the party left him hornier than ever.

One afternoon Bobby wandered into the soda shop for something to wet his whistle. It was a hot afternoon, and the soda shop was the perfect place to get out of the blazing sun. There were a few kids in there, and among them was Patty, the girl he'd finger-fucked in the movies. He was instantly excited by seeing her, but the trouble with her boy friend Bull kept him from talking to her.

Bobby sat at the counter, as Patty did, but at the other end. He sipped a root-beer float and watched her out of the corner of his eye. Bull didn't seem to be around, but he thought that she might be waiting for him. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was to have Bull find him with his girl friend again.

At least he could look. Her tits were once again shown off under a tight top, and the memory of holding those big jugs made his cock hard as a rock. He thought about how it had felt to have her slender fingers wrapped around his prick. Against his better judgment, he thought about going over to her to see what was going on. He had been in a lot of situations where his brain and his hard cock sent different messages to his muscles.

He felt himself giving in to his baser urges. Picking up his glass, he walked over to her. She saw him coming and smiled. Her brown eyes, peeking out from her low bangs, made her irresistible, Bull or no Bull.

"Hi," she said in a tinkling voice that sent spasms of lust through Bobby.

"Hello. Is it all right if I join you?" he asked. "Bull isn't going to come in and beat me up, is he?"

Patty giggled. "No, he's out of town. I'm sorry about the trouble in the movies, but Bull is just so jealous. I keep telling him that I don't want to go steady with him, but he just doesn't get the message."

The news that Bull was out of town gave Bobby a rush of sexual longing. Here was this hot chick, and her big, dumb boy friend wasn't around. Bobby made himself comfortable on the stool next to her and began to relax. They talked about this end that, while he thought about a strategy for seducing her.

He figured that a walk to the park might lead to something. There were a lot of good places there to neck, and even fuck, but that seemed old-hat. The garage at his place worked well for his brothers, but it seemed kind of tacky to him. His mother was home, so his house was out.

While Bobby racked his brains, trying to figure something out, Patty suddenly said, "DQ you want to come over to my house? No one's home."

Bobby was nearly knocked off his stool. Here was just what he wanted, handed to him on a silver platter! He said he'd like to go, they finished their drinks in a hurry and left. As they walked to her house, Bobby couldn't help feeling that Bull might descend on him at any second, but he knew it was impossible. His stiff prick was causing him some trouble, too, but he was managing. As they neared her place, he was getting so excited that he couldn't talk.

Patty's house wasn't as nice as his, but that didn't concern him at the moment. As soon as they stepped into the door, a huge dog that looked like a cross between a German shepherd and a horse began barking nastily at him. He froze as Patty yelled at the beast. Bobby wondered if this chick was worth the dangers involved.

"Don't worry," she said. "He doesn't bite."

She was holding the dog by the collar while it tried to leap at Bobby. Finally the dog quieted down and realized that Bobby was a friend. He and Patty went into the living room and sat down on the couch. She wasn't wasting any time, he realized.

Bobby moved close to her and put his arm around her shoulder. Just like in the movie theater, she leaned on him. Their faces turned to each other and they kissed. As their tongues came together, Bobby was reminded how nice it was to have a girl in his arms. He pushed her back on the couch and raised his hand to her bulging tit.

As soon as he began massaging the huge boob, Patty's breathing became a wild panting. Bobby could tell that his tit rubbing was as exciting to her as it was to him. Beside his fuck in the midst of a gang-bang and some heavy necking, Bobby was still an amateur. This would be his first chance to get everything he wanted from a chick. The promise of things to come made Bobby anxious to get the preliminaries out of the way quickly.

He moved his hand inside her jersey and grabbed her bare tit. Patty put her hand on his thigh, almost making him jump off the couch. Bobby pulled his face from hers and lifted the bottom of the jersey up over her swollen tits. Looking down at the treasures he was exposing made him inhale a hoarse-sounding breath. Her tits looked so deliciously full and heavy that he couldn't believe that he was favored with the opportunity to fondle them.

They were white in contrast to the sun-darkened skin surrounding them. They stood proudly, but the tremendous weight was obvious by the way they sagged a bit. A brown disk of bumpy flesh formed a cap on the tip of each jug. Bobby leaned his face slowly forward until he was touching his puckered lips to one of the dark nipples.

Patty's body shook as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. It was so nice to be able to read her reactions so clearly by the way she responded to each of his moves. When she took his head in her arms and pulled his face more firmly against the tit, he learned a little more about what a girl likes. Bobby opened his mouth wider and sucked more of the jellied mound into his mouth. He felt the softness of the boob press against his nose and chin.

While he took care of the clit with his mouth, he busied his hands at her belt. When he felt her hands suddenly on his, he thought with a pang of panic that she might be trying to stop him, but it turned out that she was going to help him unfasten her pants. When he realized that, he knew it would be clear sailing from there to a great fuck.

When her pants were opened, they both struggled to pull them down. Bobby lifted his face from the pillow of tit to concentrate on stripping her pants off. They fit very snugly, and they both tugged for a while before they had them off her. Bobby looked down at the pink, bikini undies that were left covering her furry muff. There was a trickle of black hairs from her belly button to the hidden carpet of curls under her panties.

Patty grabbed her jersey and pulled it over her head in a sweeping motion. The garment caught her tits, lifted them and then spilled them out. They quivered wildly for a second, and then came to rest. The sight filled Bobby with awe. He cupped a tit again and lifted it, feeling the living weight.

He lowered his face to the handful of clit and kissed it. His mouth traveled all around the mammoth mound. He kissed the tender skin on the underside of the globe and buried his face in the warmth between the boobs. He stuck out his tongue and ran it up the hard breastbone in that valley.

While he nibbled at the twin mounds, Patty lifted her hips slightly and slipped her panties off. Bobby looked around one tit and saw her cunt come into view. He could only see the top part of the baby, inverted triangle, but he would remedy tat soon enough. Patty slid the tiny garment down her long legs and kicked them into the middle of the room. Bobby put his hand on her smooth thigh and thrilled to the thought that there was nothing between his hand and her cunt.

Bobby kept licking and sucking her tits while his hand moved towards her wet pink gash. He was trying to be cool and relaxed; he didn't want to seem overly anxious, but in his condition it wasn't easy. His fingers soon met the damp hairs of her beaver. He felt the crease that separated the plump mound of her cunt and her thighs, and traced the vee, lightly brushing across the wet twat-lips. He'd read in a book that it wasn't good technique to plunge right into a cunt, and he wanted to do things right.

After playing with the outside areas of her cunt for a while, he figured that it was time to enter the slightly parted gash. Patty was panting and moving her hips in desperate squirming motions, and it sure seemed to Bobby that she was ready for an escalation of intimacies. He brought his middle finger to the slit that cleaved her crotch, and pushed it in.

The heat and wetness of her cunt grabbed his finger with a contraction of cunt muscles. She seemed even wetter this time, than she had been when he finger-fucked her in the movies. Bobby was hotter, too, and he figured that was because they both had higher expectations now. He sure did, at least.

With a finger in her cunt, Patty was changed into a wild animal. Her whole body reacted with twists and jerks. Bobby had to hold onto her to keep her from squirming out of his embrace. She moved her hand to his crotch and squeezed his bulging basket.

Bobby didn't know whether he should take off his clothes or continue fingering her cunt. He didn't want her to cool off, but he would have to get naked if he was going to fuck her. He decided to leave her alone for a few seconds while he took his clothes off. Jumping up, he stripped in record time. When he nestled up against her again, he couldn't believe how nice it was to feel her naked body against his own.

He resumed his finger fucking and tit sucking but being naked made the whole thing much nicer. His cock stood out from his lap with the swollen head bobbing up and dawn, just waiting for Patty to grab it. She was taking her time, too. Rather than take his prick in her hand right away, she scraped his inner thighs with her long fingernails, each time getting closer to his balls.

Bobby shivered as her nails raked the sensitive skin of his thighs. Finally she touched the shriveled sac that held his balls, sending a tremor through his body. Then she began raking her nails up and down his thick prick-shaft. Bobby knew she was doing the right thing. It was getting him hot as hell, and if she handled his cock more firmly, he would undoubtedly shoot long before either of them was ready.

Bobby was working hard on her dripping cunt meanwhile. He held the soft outer labes opened with his thumb and ring finger while he tickled the inner labes with his middle finger. He was drawing imaginary circles around the opening of her drooling fuck-tunnel, and Patty obviously loved it. He let his finger move close to her asshole as he skated it around in her slippery pink slit.

Patty seemed to like the way he was feeling her butt-hole, and Bobby was getting interested in the tight opening. He devoted his index finger to that second hole while he slid his middle finger up her pussy-sleeve. Her asshole was sort of dry, but he managed to wiggle the tip of his finger in. As he did, Patty began making strange, animal sounds. She was writhing on his two fingers so violently that his wrist began to hurt with the effort of following her bouncing crotch around.

Bobby could feel one finger with the other through the separating membrane between the two-crotch openings. As he wiggled both fingers, Patty twitched so vigorously that her tits began doing a wild dance on her chest. Bobby lifted his face from the quivering boobs so he could watch them. Patty had laid back on the couch and Bobby was hovering over her with his hand in her crotch.

Looking down at the sex-crazed chick, Bobby saw the most beautiful sight he could imagine. And the thought that he was causing her to do all those desperate movements made him feel like an expert stud. He looked at the twisted expression on the girl's face and realized the intensity of her pleasure. He knew that he had never felt such passion, and he envied her.

Suddenly Patty let out an agonized cry. At first, Bobby thought he had hurt her with one of his buried fingers, but then he realized it was a cry of ecstasy. Her body increased its writhing until she was nearly in convulsions. Bobby watched in excited fascination as her body reacted to an orgasm. He had never seen anything like it before. He kept his fingers wiggling and rubbing until Patty grabbed his, wrist and pulled his hand out of her soaking crotch.

Her body began to quiet down, but a few contractions ran through her, causing her whole body to jerk. Finally she was still. Bobby wondered what might happen now. He thought she might not want to fuck him now that she'd had her orgasm. If that were the case, Bobby would have to jerk off while sitting there looking at her nakedness. Before he settled for that, though, he would try to get her going again.

He began kissing her tits, hoping to feel her body reacting. His cock was still jerking stiffly in his lap and he was hornier than he'd ever been. To his great relief, Patty grabbed his head once again and mashed his face into her tit. She seemed to have a lot of lust left. Now she grabbed his cock like she meant business. She began squeezing the shaft and his cock-head blew up even larger than it had been.

With her hand on his rod like that, and after watching her come, Bobby was in heaven. Now all he needed to make his life complete was to feel her wet pussy surrounding his prick. He maneuvered his body over hers. She was looking up at him from under half-closed eyelids. He dropped his lips to hers and she immediately sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her tits, flattened under his weight, supported his chest as he let his body rest on hers. The huge sausage of his cock was squeezed between their bellies, and they both could feel it pounding with the beats of his heart.

Bobby lifted his hips and brought his prick into the soggy region of her cunt. Reaching around her thigh, he guided the fat head of his cock to the spongy lips of her twat. Concentrating on the feelings he was getting through the jangled nerves in his prick, Bobby slid his cock into her hot lube. He felt her inner labes stretch over his fat cock-tip, and then her cunt devoured his long tool. Deepest and deeper he felt it burrow into her fuck-hole. Her cunt fit him like a sock.

Bobby wanted to impress this incredible feeling into his memory. Surely, there could be nothing as wonderful as feeling a pussy hold his cock so tightly and securely. When the inner labes grabbed the ridge around his cock-head, he thrust his dong back home. One cycle of his pumping meat sent beautiful sensations through him that he knew all the dreaming and longing he'd been doing over the years hadn't made him expect too much. This was better than his most fantastic expectations.

With his ass rising and falling, Bobby fucked Patty with all his energy. She was writhing as strongly as ever as his giant tool filled her cunt, withdrew, and then filled her oozing hole again. It wasn't long before Bobby was panting in the passion of a climax. He lifted his face and looked at Patty. She was staring up at him and they read the passion they felt on each other's features. As his head exploded with the fireworks of coming, he crashed his mouth on hers and tried to kiss her. In the heat of his orgasm he lost all the coordination in his face and would up slobbering all over her as their teeth ground together.

The powerful spasms ravaged him for a surprisingly long time. When it was over, Bobby had to lie still, breathing heavily while his body recovered. Patty was breathing hard, too, and he felt her heaving tits moving him up and down. His cock stayed in the grip of her cunt and slowly shrank. Even when his prick was soft, he let it lie in the gooey grip of Patty's cunt.

"Gee, Patty, that was so good I can't tell you," Bobby gasped when he'd caught his breath enough to talk.

"It was great for me, too," she said. "You can really fuck, and your cock is soooo big."

Bobby felt like he was floating on a cloud. As his bead began to clear, Bobby thought of Bull again. That big dummy was standing in the way of a great relationship, he thought.

"What's the story with Bull?" he asked.

"Oh, he's a friend and a nice guy. I know he's not too bright and that he likes to use his size to get his way, but you don't have to worry about him. Not now at least."

"But what about when he gets home?" Bobby asked.

"Don't worry. I won't tell him you were here."

"But I want to see more of you. Can't you tell him to bug off?"

"It's not that easy, Bobby. He's very stubborn, and besides, I like Bull. I don't want to stop seeing him."

Bobby was disappointed. Patty was a great chick as well as a fabulous fuck, and he would have loved to have her for a girl friend. There was no way he was going to mess around with Bull, though.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Patty jumped and Bobby let her get up. She crept to the window to see who it was. Bobby's blood froze when he heard her say, "Oh, my God, its Bull!"

They both started throwing their clothes on. Patty kept telling Bobby to hurry up, but if he could have dressed any faster, he sure would have. Before be was even finished dressing, she began shoving him towards the front door. Bull was at the back, and now he was calling in through the screen as well as knocking.

Bobby shoved his socks in his pockets and let Patty push him out. His shoes weren't tied and his shirt wasn't buttoned, but he walked as fast as he could down the street. Glancing behind him from time to time, he didn't stop his fast pace until he was around the corner. By that time he had his shirt buttoned and was all dressed except for his socks. He sat down at the curb, under a tree and put them on.

He hadn't even said good-bye to Patty, he thought as he rested. He'd walked so fast that he was out of breath. What a way to get fucked, he thought. He hated to think about what would have happened if Bull had walked in on them while he had his prick in her snatch. It had been a great fuck, and no one could take that away from him, but he would have liked to hang around a little rather than escaping with his life in the nick of time.

Finally Bobby picked himself up and walked home. All he wanted to do was to think about Patty and forget about Bull. As he walked through his house on the way to his bedroom, he saw his mother sitting in the living room, reading a magazine. The way she was stretched out on the couch reminded him of the way Patty had writhed beneath him a few minutes before. He looked at his mother's tits as they stretched her blouse. Suddenly, she turned to him.

"Oh, you scared me," she said. "I didn't hear you come in."

Bobby said hello and noticed once again how his mother looked at him. He supposed that he looked strange; he sure felt strange. Going from ecstasy to panic like he just had, left him drained. But, still, his mother had been looking at him like that for a while now. As Bobby disappeared down the hallway, he noticed that she followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight. He would have asked her what was wrong, but he was afraid that he was just imagining it. After all, the way he had been drooling after her might make him feel that she was looking at him funny, especially after seeing her get into that kid's car the night of the party.

Bobby went into his room and lay down. He was glad his brothers weren't around. He needed privacy to review in his memory the events of the last few hours. As he thought about Patty and the way her body looked as she rolled in sexual bliss under him, his cock got hard again. Before he knew it, he was rubbing the bulge it made in his pants, and he soon had his prick pulled out and was stroking it just as he had in his virgin days.

CHAPTER EIGHT

When Susan saw her boy come in the house she knew immediately that something was up. Being a mother to three boys had taught her to notice those things. His face was flushed and he seemed to be walking in a daze. Bobby had been treating her strangely for a while anyhow, she had noticed, but there was more to it this time. There was only one thing that could have put Bobby in that condition, she realized, and that was sex.

Susan remembered how she and her girl friends used to neck with boys in the afternoon because they often couldn't get out at night. Bobby must have come from a heavy necking session, or he might even have gotten fucked, she thought. Suddenly, Susan was feeling a fit of passion filling her body. The thought that her young son, whom she had been thinking about in lascivious terms for so long, had been with some young twat made her writhe in restless lust.

Her cunt ached with a hollow hunger and she automatically grabbed her tits. This couldn't go on, she told herself. She would either have to have her son on her terms or do something to end that tremendous longing. An old friend suddenly came to mind. Claire was an expert on sexual matters. It had been Claire who had encouraged her to fuck that first boy many years ago.

Susan thought that Claire would give her good advice and she would follow it. She hadn't seen her old friend in a long time, but she had her phone number written down somewhere. Susan began sorting through all the scraps of paper that she had phone numbers scribbled on. She had always planned to write the numbers down in a book in alphabetical order, but she never got around to it. Now she wished she had. It seemed that Claire was her only hope, and if she couldn't get in touch with her now, she didn't know what she would do.

With a panicky feeling rising in her, Susan finally found the number. She dialed with shaking fingers. What if Claire had moved out of town or something? She wondered. It was very strange how she was suddenly so dependent on an old friend whom she hadn't seen in so long. When she heard Claire's voice on the other end of the line, she breathed a long sigh of relief. Her friend's voice sounded so sweet.

"Hi, Claire, this is Susan Arnold. How are you?"

"Susan, what a nice surprise. I've been thinking tout you."

Susan began to calm down now that she heard her friend's soft voice. She knew she could get some help. She told Claire that she had to see her and the sooner the better. Even though the two women hadn't seen each other in a few years, Claire told Susan to come right over. Susan realized that her voice must have sounded desperate.

Now that she knew where to go for help, Susan moved fast. Her cunt was still crying out for the young stud who was now lying in his room, and she had to get out of the house before she lost control. She went to Bobby's room to tell him that she had to go out for a while. But when she neared the door, she was confronted with her most severe temptation yet.

Bobby's door was closed, but not tightly. There was a crack of light at the edge. Before she called out to him, Susan stood silently at the door. An unmistakable sound was escaping from the room. The deep breathing of a boy about to explode in sexual passion could be heard clearly. Susan was gripped by a powerful longing. She buried her fingers in her hair and pulled, hoping that the pain would relieve her horniness. It didn't.

The sounds kept coming at her, increasing her need until she was sweating and panting there in the hallway. She wanted to tell her son that she was going out, and then she could slip away and go to Claire, but she found that it was impossible for her to tip off Bobby that she was outside his door. Without wanting to, she dropped to her knees and revolved her eye to the keyhole. Cool air was flowing out of the keyhole and it made Susan's eye water, but she peered into the room, trying to get a glimpse of the source of heavy breathing.

She saw the foot of the bed at one side of her view. Then Bobby's feet could be seen. They were spread and he was wearing socks, but it didn't look like he was wearing pants. Susan put her eye closer to the hole and managed to see up to his thighs. His legs were bare, and they could be seen moving rhythmically. Susan was in a frenzy of lust. She had to see more of his body. Her eye was pressed as close to the keyhole as she could get it, but it wasn't good enough. The only thing she could do was to open the door a bit wider.

The door squeaked, she knew, but she didn't really care if Bobby caught her there. If he did, she would admit to him her passion and offer herself to him. Then all this insane cat-and-mouse bullshit would be over. Putting her fingertips on the door, she pushed. She had to push harder than she expected to get the door to move, but when it did, it did so without a sound. Her beautiful, young son came into range.

There before her now was a sight that made her quake in her shoes. Bobby was lying on his bed, his shirt pulled up over his belly and his pants lying on the floor near the bed. In his hand was a mighty piece of meat. Susan could heat her own breathing as the sight stained her passions. She watched his hand slide up and down over the huge bone. The head of his prick was so big that Susan wondered if she could fit it into her snatch even if she had the chance.

Once the initial shock wore off, she knew she would have to do something about the excitement that was rapidly mounting in her. The idea that she should rush into the room and jump right on Bobby occurred to her, but she wasn't able to make herself do it. She knew that young guys were very sensitive about their masturbation and that her son would be very embarrassed if she burst in on him. It might even wilt his hard-on.

Susan decided that it would be a better idea to keep herself out of sight. She began to unfasten the button and zipper that kept her slacks closed. Soon she was kneeling there with her pants and undies pulled down to her knees. The leaked twat-juice made her inner thighs feel cool as the air hit them. With her eye glued to her son's cock and pumping hand, she grabbed her twat and squeezed the plump mound.

As the fatty flesh of her cunt compressed on her buried clit, a wave of pleasure fired through Susan. Her lips opened and a squeak of passion escaped, but as soon as she heard it, she shut her mouth tight so she wouldn't give herself away. By the look on Bobby's face, she judged that he wouldn't have heard her even if she let herself moan with all the lust she felt. He was so excited that she didn't think anything would penetrate his consciousness.

Susan reached into her cunt with four fingertips and began rubbing the slippery interior. Her body immediately reacted by trembling violently. With her other hand she undid the first few buttons on her blouse and pulled out one flopping tit. Shoving the white mound towards her face, she sucked the nipple into her mouth.

Now she was on her way to ecstasy. She rubbed and sucked herself while she watched Bobby jack off. She thought about the young kid she had fucked during that party at her house the other night. She imagined the cock she saw in her son's hand sliding up her pussy. She remembered what she had seen on the closed circuit TVs at Sam's apartment. With all the sexy stimulus she was flooding herself with, it wasn't long before Susan was feeling the electric jolts of passion that she loved so much.

As she prepared to come, she was treated to the sight of Bobby's jism leaping out of his cock and making high arcs over his belly. As she pretended to catch those glittering drops on her tongue, she came. In the rush of her climax she almost fell against the door and into the room, but she managed to catch herself just in time. The thought of what would have happened if she hadn't caught herself made her realize what, extremes she had been resorting to ever since she got interested in the young kid who was her youngest son.

When she was able to, Susan crawled on her hands and knees to the bathroom. Leaning on the cool porcelain of the tub, she caught her breath and composed herself. She washed the fragrant cunt-juice from her thighs and hands, pulling up her pants and prepared to tell Bobby that she was going out. When she called into his room, he was finished with his jack-off exercises. She told him that she had to see a friend right away and that he would have to make his own supper. She felt terrible neglecting him like that all because she had the uncontrollable hots for him, but she had no choice.

Susan had relieved herself somewhat by jerking off outside Bobby's room, but once she was in the car, driving to Claire's, she was as horny as ever. The sight of her boy pumping his prick was indelibly impressed on her mind, and it kept her pussy dripping. She couldn't help shoving her hand into her pants and sticking tier finger into the wet crack of her cunt. As she drove, she rubbed her twat. After two orgasms she was able to slow down the finger, but she kept it in her cunt and continued diddling her love-bud.

Susan kept finding herself driving ridiculously slow, and she would speed up. A truck passed her, but she became aware that it stayed alongside. Looking up, she saw a guy on the passenger side looking down at her, and the driver was leaning over and looking down at her, too. The truck began swerving from side to side and almost ran her off the road. Susan floored the gas pedal and pulled her hand out of her crotch.

Again she realized that she was becoming a hopeless sex maniac. She would have to do something about this situation soon, no matter how drastic the measures. She forced herself to keep her hand out of her pants, but without noticing it, she lifted her hand to her face and breathed in the perfume of her twat that was covering her fingers.

When she arrived at Claire's, Susan parked the car and ran into the apartment building. The elevator seemed to be going amazingly slow. She ran down the hall and pounded on the door of her friend's apartment. The door opened and Claire stood there looking as pretty as ever. Susan leaped into her old friend's arms and they hugged and said their helloes.

"It's so good to see you again!" Susan cried. She was so happy to think that she was going to get some good advice and understanding.

"What's the matter, baby?" Claire asked.

The two women went into the living room of the swanky apartment. As soon as Susan laid eyes on her old friend, she could see that it was the same old Claire. Now, through her tears, Susan looked closely at her. Her face held a few hints of her age – a shallow line here and there – but she was still beautiful. Her green eyes shone as brightly as ever in the sea of freckles. Her body was as nice as it had been in the good old days. Two big tits stood out under the tight fitting sweater. Her tummy was flat and her hips and ass perfect. Claire was wearing her red hair a little differently now, but it was still long and flowing over her delicate shoulders.

"Let me make you a drink, and then you can, tell me all about it," Claire said as she sat a sobbing I Susan down on the couch.

"Oh, Claire, you look as good as ever. It's nice to see you looking so sexy and happy."

"You look great, too, except for the tears and hang-dog expression," Claire said.

Claire brought Susan a stiff whiskey and ginger ale and sat down beside her. She let her take a few sips and settle down before asking again what the trouble was. "Man trouble?" she asked.

"Worse," Susan said. "Actually, it's silly. A woman my age can't expect everything."

"What do you mean 'a woman your age'? We're the same age and I haven't found myself to be over the hill by a long shot."

Susan was feeling better already. She knew she had made a wise decision by coming to Claire. She took a few more sips of the drink and a few deep breaths, and was ready to confide in her friend.

"It hasn't been easy for me since I've been alone, you know," she said.

"You aren't alone. You have three nice boys. I'll bet they're almost grown up," Claire said.

"Yeah, that's the trouble."

"Oh, I think I understand," Claire said with a knowing smile.

"It's my youngest, Claire. He's only eighteen, but he's so well, I don't know, but I've got the hots for him. And I mean bad."

"So what's the problem? Doesn't he want to make it with you?"

"I don't know." Susan began crying again. "I haven't been able to do anything about it."

"Is that your problem? Shit, that's nothing. I'll bet the kid would be grateful to get a chance to fuck a chick like you, baby."

Suddenly, Susan felt that her problem would simply disappear. All she had to do was go to Bobby and take him in her arms. The rest would happen automatically. Susan told Claire that she already had gotten that advice from a psychologist, but she realized that the problem was in carrying out her desires. As she sat there, she felt the fear that she had felt when Bobby was near. And the thwarted passion.

"Oh, Claire, I just can't make the move. And I'm so horny that I can't stand it."

Claire moved closer to her friend. She put her arm on the back of the couch behind Susan's head, and leaned towards her.

"I think I can help you on both counts. You're afraid to seduce your son because you're trapped in a conventional mode of behavior. You've got to break out. Learn that everything is good if it gives pleasure and no one is hurt."

Susan followed Claire's words carefully. Everything she said seemed to make sense, and her voice was very soothing, too. Susan was feeling better again.

"If you can let yourself go with me, I think you can go home and get what you want from your son. And it will cure your horniness, too."

Just as Claire's words were beginning to be understood by Susan, she felt her friend's hand on her shoulder. Susan was surprised and stunned, but she wasn't prepared to resist. Claire had made so much sense that Susan couldn't have argued with her, and the hand on her shoulder was filling her with desperate need again.

Susan next felt Claire's hot breath on her cheek, then her lips on her ear. Claire used her mouth so skillfully that Susan was putty in her hands.

"I didn't know you did this," Susan heard herself saying in her dazed condition.

"Yes. I've been swinging both ways for a few years now. And I think it's the best thing that ever happened to me. It was so liberating that it's opened new doors to me in many ways. That's why I think it could do you some good with your problem."

Susan was past the point where she could have stopped the redhead. As Claire spoke, she breathed into Susan's ear and the sensation made her curl up in a quivering ball of lust. Claire touched her neck with her delicate and skillful hand and Susan melted. The touch of another woman's fingers was a welcomed treat. A man's hands were always somewhat rough and coarse, but Claire's hand was the essence of tenderness. Her lips were special, too, as she nibbled Susan's ear lobe.

Susan turned to Claire and Claire immediately pressed her lips to her opened mouth. Susan learned that a woman's tongue felt different, too. Claire's tongue explored her mouth just as a man would, yet there was a subtle difference that she couldn't quite put her finger on. AU she knew was that Claire was getting her hotter faster then anyone ever had, except, of course, Bobby.

Claire reached for Susan's tits and took one in her firm but feminine grip. Susan felt her cunt begin to tingle as Claire massaged the huge jug exactly as she loved to have it handled. Claire let go of the living mound just long enough to unbutton a few buttons and reach inside her blouse. They continued tonguing each other's mouths as Claire gave that tit a good working-over.

Susan hesitated to return the perverted favors, so Claire picked up her hand and brought it to her cunt. Susan had never felt a tit other than her own, but she found the experience very exciting. She suddenly understood why men liked to feel her tits so much. It was so soft and warm and smooth that anyone would naturally love to touch it. She grabbed the boob tighter until Claire made a hurt sound deep in her throat. Susan eased up a bit and began moving her hand all over the surface of the marvelous mound.

Susan found that her friend's tits were slightly smaller than her own and not quite as firm. They sagged slightly, but Susan found the shape incredibly sensual and exciting. She slipped her hand into Claire's blouse and felt her bare tit as Claire was feeling hers. She touched the nipple and felt it become erect. Then she moved her hand under the boob and lifted it to see how heavy it was. Claire's tit lying in her palm like a jellied fruit was one of the most beautiful experiences of her life.

Claire undid the rest of the buttons on Susan's blouse, then opened it and pulled it off her shoulders. Susan let go of the item in her hand long enough for Claire to remove her blouse. Susan felt strangely vulnerable and exposed with her jugs hanging out in from of her friend, but it was a nice and thrilling feeling. She felt the skin covering her tits tighten in the cool air as her nipples gathered into hard knobs in plain view of her new lover.

Susan saw that Claire was staring down at her tits with a pleased smile on her face. Then Claire's head began descending towards the heaving knockers. Susan inhaled sharply as she waited to feel Claire's talented lips on her right boob. It seemed that Claire's head was moving towards the tit in slow motion. It was getting closer, but Susan was going wild in anticipation. Finally hot lips met hard nipple-flesh and Susan closed her eyes and enjoyed the wet kiss on her bulging boob.

There seemed to be a direct line from her tit to the pleasure receptors in her brain, and to her cunt. As Susan's mind flooded with exquisite lust, her cunt drooled lubricating fluid aver the round bottoms of her ass, soaking her underwear. She leaned back on the couch as Claire's mouth increased its sucking until she was gnawing at her nipples like a starving pup.

Susan's body began reacting as if there was a cock in her cunt. She bucked and squirmed and her pussy snapped at the phantom prick. Claire was getting crazed, too. She was stuffing her face into the softness so that she could hardly breathe, and Susan could hear her sucking air in through her nose as vigorously as he was sucking tit into her mouth. Her mouth was wide open and filled to capacity.

As Claire sucked Susan's tit, her hands crept down to her pants and struggled to open them. She wasn't having much luck and had to let the tit out of her mouth so she could see what she was doing. When she lifted her head, Susan could see the wanton expression on her friend's face. Claire's mouth was still opened wide and so were her eyes. She looked like a mad woman as she struggled with the opening of her pants. Susan was almost scared until she realized that the look on her friend's face was pure passion.

Susan felt the waistband of her slacks open, and Claire immediately began clawing the garment down. Susan was at least as wild with lust as her friend, and she lifted her hips and wiggled her ass trying to help strip the baffler of clothing from her cunt. She felt Claire's fingernails scrape her side painfully, but she didn't care as long as her pants were coming off. Her cunt was contracting crazily and she desperately needed to have it filled.

As soon as the soaking twat was accessible, Claire dived in. Swan's body was shaken by the force of Claire's mouth crashing into her wet pussy. Her tongue darted up the slick fuck-tunnel and Susan let out a wail of lascivious delight that echoed off the walls for a long time. Susan lifted her legs high in the air and spread her thighs as wide as possible to put as much of her cunt into range of Claire's lashing tongue as she could.

Claire was turning out to be a better cunt-lapper than any man who had done that job. And since Susan had been in a horny fit even before they started, she was reaping more dividends in pleasure than ever in her life. She was letting a constant flow of animal moans out of her opened mouth and twisting her body as if in agony.

Claire put her hands under Susan's ass-cheeks and lifted her hips even farther. That exposed the tight ring of her asshole and she applied her tongue to it. She was making figure eights around Susan's quivering asshole and the entrance of her cunt-sleeve. Susan's butt was covered with a thick concoction of saliva and twat-gush, and Claire's face swam around in it.

It didn't take long for Susan to arrive at an explosive orgasm. She wailed and thrashed, but Claire held on and kept tonguing her. When her climax passed, her cunt became supersensitive and she tried to get away from Claire's tireless tongue, but Claire wanted to keep going. Susan couldn't get away and just before the tickling drove her mad, it became pleasurable again. Another orgasm came crashing down on her brain with even more force than the first. Before Claire let her go, she had had four powerful orgasms.

Claire finally lifted her wet and shining face from Susan's swamp, and she looked down at her victim. Susan was lying there looking as if she'd been hit by a truck. She was covered with sweat and breathing so hard that her tits shook with every breath. Her mouth was gaping open and her cheeks puffed in and out with the air rushing through.

Claire was also panting like a wolf that had just devoured an animal. She watched Susan's face to see how tong it might be before she could expect her to be ready to repay the lapping job. She slowly began crawling up her body until she was straddling her friend's head. Susan opened her eyes when she felt her friend's body moving over hers, and she watched as her red-bushed cunt moved towards her face. Susan wasn't sure how she felt about eating a pussy, but she knew that she was about to find out.

As Claire poised her twat over Susan's face, Susan could see the slit through the curls. The glistening pink interior was smiling at her and Susan could smell the hot juice.

Looking up, she studied the strange but familiar organ. She used to look at her own cunt in a mirror when she jerked off, so she was aware of the differences between her cunt and her friend's. Claire's snatch had inner labes that looked like little wings, protruding from between the fleshy outer labes. Claire spread her thighs, which spread her cunt, and gave Susan a good look at the insides.

The opened gash looked like a sliced fruit suspended over her face. Claire was holding her twat just out of tongue's reach, but was ready to lower it just as soon as Susan looked ready to eat. Meanwhile, she was enjoying the exhibitionistic pleasure of exposing her cunt totally to another woman.

Susan was getting over the exertion of her multiple orgasms and was getting herself psyched up to taste the wet, musky cunt that hovered over her face. The thought of cracking the pussy baffler was becoming more exciting as the idea sunk into her thrill-seeking brain. If she could do this, she could surely fuck her son, she reasoned.

Reaching up and grabbing Claire's waist, Susan pulled her cunt down and stuck out her tongue. The hairs and tongue met. Susan combed the pussy-curls with her tongue-tip, penetrating the bush deeper with each lap until she could feel the hot and wet flesh that lined Claire's snatch. The flavor of pussy-liquor filled her consciousness with its heady funkiness. As she became used to the taste, she began to enjoy it. Then she began concentrating on the textures and contours of Claire's hot cunt. The wiggly inner twat-lips felt strange but nice as she flipped her tongue over them. She followed the inner labes forward to the bunched-up skin that surrounded Claire's quivering clit. As she tongued the bud, Claire moaned in wanton pleasure.

Susan looked up past the redhead's bristling muff. She could see the expanse of Claire's flat stomach stretching away from her. Her tits looked so round and white as they hung and rested on her chest. Between the tits and higher, Claire's face could be seen wearing a desperate expression of lust. The view made Susan even more eager to do a good job at her first cunt lapping.

Warm pussy-cream was oozing down Susan's throat as she licked the salty slit. She could feel it lining her mouth, too, but she was learning to enjoy it. Now that she could see that bet tongue was having the right effect, she became more animated. Her head moved back and forth as she covered that puffy pink gash with broad strokes.

She had to pull her tongue in and close her mouth just long enough to swallow the reservoir of slippery juice that had collected there, and to relieve her jaw, which had begun to ache from keeping her, mouth so wide open. In another second, she was licking twat again.

Claire's moans told Susan that she was doing a good job. She was getting excited, too, and was proud of herself for learning his new skill so fast. She reached up and took Claire's tits in her hands to give her an extra thrill. It was pretty thrilling for her, too. As soon as she grabbed those sagging boobs, Claire's moans became louder and more frantic. Susan knew that she was about to come so she concentrated her tonguing on the clit so her friend's climax would be as good as the one she had experienced.

Claire began to shake and holler in a weird performance of orgasmic bliss. Susan kept her tongue fluttering over the hard nut of her clit just as Claire had done to her. The whole couch shook with Claire's violent trembling, and Susan realized that she wasn't the only woman who came with such explosive force. Claire was acting like a fish on a hook, but Susan held on and kept licking cunt. Finally, Claire jumped off her pupil's face and fell off the couch. She lay on the floor, panting in a cold sweat.

Susan looked down at her friend and felt good at having put her in that condition. There wasn't a hint of embarrassment or shame at her perversion, and she was ready for other taboo couplings, especially the one that she had been dreaming about for what seemed like ages.

After that cunt-lapping session, the girls talked. Susan told Claire how glad she was that she had called her. She said she had had more fun that she could ever remember having before, and that she was grateful for being introduced to that new realm of pleasure that had now been opened to her. Claire told her to go home and fuck the shit out of her son.

When Susan left, she was floating on a cloud of happiness. For the first time she was satisfied and she was looking forward to even greater satisfaction when she got her hands on that boy of hers.

But by the time she was home, her confidence was fading. She would still have to make the first move in her quest for Bobby's body, and she was feeling doubtful that she could summon the courage. By the time she walked into the house, she was once more in the grip of despair. How could she treat her youngest son as if he were some stud she wanted to fuck?

CHAPTER NINE

If only Susan had known that Bobby had the same desires as she had, her wish could come true in an instant. And the same was true of Bobby. They lived through days of mutual lust and mutual fear. Bobby was constantly hatching plots that would get him into his mother's bed, but they were usually so fantastic that he couldn't have acted on them even if he wasn't as shy as he was.

He had an almost perpetual hard-on and he kept his hands in his pockets to hide the fact. He thought about getting together with Patty again even if it would mean encountering Bull, and he always had his eyes opened for new possibilities, but his heart was at home with Mom.

His horny longing kept him from seeing straight. At least that's the only explanation for his walking right up to Bull one day in front of the soda shop. Dobby had been walking along with his hand in his pockets and his eyes on the ground when he heard his name called. Looking up, he saw Bull and Charley, another big dummy, standing there by the newspaper rack with Cokes in their hands.

A feeling like an icicle went through him and he could feel his face go white. "Oh, Bull," he said in as normal a voice as he could muster and kept walking, hoping that Bull didn't want to bother with him. Suddenly he stumbled and realized that he had tripped over Bull's foot, which had been thrust out in front of his. He caught himself before he toppled over, but he knew he wasn't going to get away so easily. He didn't know if Bull knew about his fuck with Patty or if he only was pissed because he had sat with her in the movies. He hoped it was the latter.

"Hey, punk, where do you think you're going?" Bull asked.

"Just over to the soda shop, Bull," Bobby said in a weak voice.

"I can save you the trouble. Patty's not there," Bull said. His buddy Charley snickered in the background.

"I'm not looking for Patty," Bobby was eager to explain even though he knew it wouldn't do him much good. If Bull wanted to give him a hard time, talk wouldn't help.

Bull was standing in front of Bobby, toe to toe. He was several inches taller so he was looking down at him and his bulging stomach almost touched Bobby's. Bobby thought of running, but he didn't want to do that. It would be cowardly, and Bull would catch up with him sooner or later.

Bull lifted his hands and gave Bobby a stiff shove. Bobby stumbled backwards and Bull kept advancing. Bobby looked around in the faint hope that his brothers might be around, but he didn't see them or anyone else who might help. If he had to fight Bull, he wouldn't, but if there was any way out of it, he would take it.

Bull gave him another shove. Bobby was almost getting mad, but not, quite.

"Look, Bull, Patty's nothing to me. I mean she's just a friend, that's all."

Again Bobby was shoved roughly back. He felt adrenalin pumping through his veins, and was getting close to retaliating. Bull's big stomach would be an easy target, he thought. If he managed to take care of Bull, would Charley be next? Bobby's hands closed into tight fists. His muscles tensed.

Just as Bull was about to give him another shove, Bobby sent his fist into the softness of Bull's belly just below the breastbone. He caught the big bully off-guard and he crumbled. When Bobby saw him lying on the ground gasping for the breath that had been knocked out of him, he felt a combination of panic and glory. That was how David must have felt after flattening Goliath, he thought.

Bobby looked at Charley. Bull's friend looked like he felt some sort of need to revenge his friend's defeat, but he seemed hesitant. He came towards Bobby with clenched fists, but he didn't look too eager. Bobby braced himself for the next challenge.

Suddenly, Bobby heard footsteps towards him. He was afraid he might have to fight off a whole army, but he soon realized that it was help arriving.

"What's going on here?" he heard his brother Carl.

Charley stopped dead in his tracks. Carl and Don were standing beside him with a look of readiness about them. They were staring at Bull, who was still crumpled up on the sidewalk. Now that Bobby was safe, he began to feel great. His brothers had arrived just in time to save him from a possible attack from Charley and to see his conquest over Bull.

Bobby was still breathing hard and his throat felt dry, but he was able to say, "Bull tried to pick a fight with me."

Carl and Don stepped towards Charley, who immediately backed away. Bull was climbing to his feet. Charley gave him a hand and they walked away, Bull still holding his stomach.

"It's a good thing we got here when we did," Carl said.

"What? Are you kidding? It was all over by the time you guys showed up," Bobby said.

"Well, you took Bull, but Charley was coming after you, you know."

"So what?" Bobby said. "I would have taken him, too." Bobby wasn't going to let his brothers steal the glory of his victory.

"Let's go get a Coke," Don said. "The hero will buy…"

Bobby knew that his brothers were proud of him, even though they would never admit it. He only hoped that they would be around if Bull decided to come back to settle things, but he would never tell them that. They had a few Cokes and Bobby enjoyed his victory celebration. The excitement had taken his mind off his problem and for the first time in days he was free of the nuisance of having a constant hard-on.

But by the time he and his brothers were on their way home, he had a stiff prick again, and his thoughts were on his mother and her sexy body. When they got home, she was in the kitchen preparing dinner. She turned to see the boys come in and noticed that Bobby was staring at her ass she saw the bulge in his crotch, and the old feeling of frustration was too much to overcome. She couldn't do anything about her desires.

Bobby was feeling pretty cocky about beating Bull, and he wondered if he could use the same technique to win his mother. When Bull had pushed him, he felt his rage building until it overflowed in action. His mother was pushing him, too, but in another way. She was unknowingly pushing him into a corner of sexual desperation, and he was about to come out swinging.

During dinner that night, Bobby stared at his mother with bold passion. When her eyes met his, he just kept looking rather than lowering his gaze as he had been doing. Susan couldn't imagine what was going on, but her cunt seemed to know as it wet her underwear with a constant flow of musky juice. Carl and Don ate and talked and joked without any realization of what was going on between their younger brother and their mother. After dinner they all went into the living room to watch television. Bobby kept looking at his mother while she looked at the TV. She knew her son had his eyes on her, but she couldn't meet his gaze. Bobby was remembering the times when he was younger and didn't feel well. If he had a stomachache or a fever, his mother would let him sleep with her. What would happen if he told her he didn't feel well now? He was ready to ask her if he could join her in her bed, with ill health as an excuse.

As he thought about it, he thought it was a good idea. He would have to wait until his brothers were either asleep or at least out of the way. As Bobby thought about his plan, he felt his cock straining against the material of his jeans. His whole body was crying out for sex, and if his plan worked, he might have it. As he remembered lying with his mother in bed as a small boy, the sweet odor of her hot body came back to him. He had been too young to appreciate it then, but now the memory drove him wild.

As he thought about the possibility of sharing his mother's bed, he let his eyes measure the luscious curves of her body as she sat across the room from him. He knew that even if she let him get into her bed, the battle would only have just begun. He was after much more than just lying next to her all night, but the idea was a start at least. The thought of her lying asleep next to him wearing her sheer nightgown sent a shiver of lust through him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her.

Carl asked Don if he wanted to go to the soda shop. Don said he did, and they asked Bobby if he wanted to go, too. "No," he said, "I don't feel too good." The sooner he put his plan into action, the better it would be, he thought.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Susan asked him.

"I don't know, Mom. Maybe I ate too fast."

His brothers left him alone with Susan. Bobby sat there shaking with the idea that his plan might work. Susan didn't say anything else about his not feeling well, but she already thought about those days when young Bobby spent the night in her bed. If Bobby knew that she remembered that, he would have been more eager to bring it up. As it was, he was quaking with fear that she wouldn't let him get into her bed now, because he was too old.

He knew that his brothers would be out until late as usual, and that hi mother would probably go to sleep before they came home. He could bring up the question of where he was to sleep at any time now, and the sooner the better. He tried a few limes to ask, even opening his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Finally, he managed to say, "Gee, Mom, I really don't feel too good."

Susan got up and walked towards him. He saw her heavy tits jostling in her blouse, the nipples clearly visible through the fabric, and he felt his breath disappear. When she neared him, he could smell the feminine odor of her body and it made him dizzy. Susan put out her hand and laid it on his forehead.

"Poor Bobby," she said. "I hope it's nothing serious."

The touch of her hand on his head made Bobby's cock begin to jerk in his pants. He wondered if his mother noticed.

"You do feel sort of hot. Maybe I should take your temperature. I'll get the thermometer," Susan said and walked out of the room.

Bobby almost dove at her ass, but he forced himself to sit quietly. His mother would be back at any second. A cold sweat broke out on his face as he waited. When she walked back into the room, Bobby almost wished he hadn't started all this business.

"Open your mouth and put this under your tongue," Susan said as she held the thermometer out to his face.

Susan was taking the news that her son didn't feel well with as much excitement as he had felt in telling her. She hadn't forgotten the nights they had spent together either, and she was wondering if she should invite him into her bed as she had done when he was small. Actually, she was wondering if she could resist.

"You're sweating, Bobby," she said as she felt his forehead again.

Susan felt her body tense as she touched her son. Their eyes met, and each of them thought they could read the other's mind. Since they were thinking the same thing, that was only natural. The idea of their getting into the same bed hung around them like a blanket.

Finally, Susan broke the ice, and when she did, Bobby almost fainted.

"Why don't you get into my bed, and go right to sleep? You'll feel better in the morning."

Bobby could hardly believe his eyes. Suddenly, his mother looked different to him. She seemed to be breathing heavily and her face looked red. The reason for the flustered look on his mother's face was out of the realm of possibility as far as Bobby was conceited, so he didn't even get close to guessing it.

He got up and slipped his hands into his pockets to hide the hard-on that was making his crotch swell and making it hard for him to walk, and headed for his mother's bedroom. Susan wondered if she would be able to keep her hands off her son. Would he lean his stiff prick against her in his sleep, she wondered, and if he did, what would she do?

Bobby was shaking and panting with excitement, but he managed to wash and brush his teeth. He went into his mother's room and stood there, taking it all in. Even though she was in the living room, her essence seemed to be with him there. There was the smell of her body hanging in the air, and her underwear was lying in silky heaps here and there.

Bobby felt as if he were being watched as he undressed. When he stood naked with his big dick sticking out in front of him, he thought he would die if his mother were ever to see him in that condition. But it was so exciting to be there and to know that his mother was going to climb into that bed with him. He was proud of himself for getting even that far.

He saw himself standing there in the mirror and knew that his mother would be proud of his young body and his magnificent cock. When he slipped into bed, the sheets caressed him, as they never had before. His mother's odor was stronger in the bed, too. Now that he had gotten into the bed, he began to realize that he had a lot of time to kill. It was only seven-thirty, and his mother didn't usually go to bed until eleven. He wondered how be was going to stand to wait.

He tossed around and with every movement his cock grew stiffer from rubbing against the smooth sheets. He tried to keep his hands off his prick, but he soon realized that that would be impossible. Wrapping his hand around the root, he instantly knew he would have to come or explode. After only three or four jerks, his prick was tingling with pleasure and his body was melting.

The orgasm shot through him like a bolt of lightning and he cupped his hand under the twitching head of his cock to catch the bullets of white-hot fuck-juice. He was able to get a few seconds of relief after coming, but it didn't last long. He slipped into the bathroom and rinsed the residue of his climax from his palm, but by the time he was back between his mother's sheets, he was as horny as ever. At least it made the time pass a little more quickly.

He lay there engrossed in sexy fantasies, jerked off twice more and looked at the clock. Ten-thirty. His mother would be coming soon. Now he began to count the seconds. He wondered if he should pretend to be asleep or not. If he did, he might get to watch her undress through half-closed eyes, but he didn't think he could fool her.

Susan had been watching the time with as much impatience as her son. She was tempted to go to bed early, but she didn't want to look suspicious. Finally, shortly after ten-thirty, she felt that she had waited long enough. She didn't know what to expect with her grown-up boy lying in her bed, but she hoped for the best. When she walked into the room, he had his head turned away from her.

"Are you sleeping?" she whispered.

"No," Bobby said and turned to look at his mother. They were both desperately trying to hide their passionate longings.

"How do you feel?" she asked. She didn't know what she wanted him to answer, but she didn't want him to leave her bed in any case.

Bobby told her that he felt the same, and she said, "Do you want to spend the night here like you used to when you were small?"

He thought he heard her voice quaver – but why would it? He told her that he did, and they both experienced a wave of thrilling adventure. Susan's cunt was flowing freely and Bobby's cock was thumping on the mattress. Without saying another word, she began to undress. Bobby couldn't believe what was happening to him. He didn't know whether he should turn away and give his mother privacy as she undressed or not. It would have taken more will power than he had and she didn't ask him to look away, so he watched. She didn't seem to be looking at him so Bobby thought he could watch without her being aware of it. He didn't look directly at her, but watched from the corners of his eyes.

Susan knew he was looking as she unbuttoned her blouse, but she wouldn't have it any other way. The idea of him watching made her buzz with wild lust. It was difficult for her to keep her hands under control as she fumbled with the buttons. She pulled the garment from her and hung it in the closet. Her huge tits were exposed to Bobby's hungry eyes and he devoured them.

When the bridge of his nose eclipsed the view of one eye, he turned his face unashamedly towards his mom. She still didn't seem to notice him watching, but she did. The sight of her tits was almost enough to make him lunge at her, and if he knew what she was thinking, he would have. But in his youthful shyness, he contented himself with watching the big mounds of tit flesh swing around with her movements.

He noticed that her nipples were erect, and he wondered about that. The silky spheres looked like they would make a perfect pillow. As his mother unfastened her pants, Bobby held his breath. She pulled down the tight-fitting slacks, baring her long legs, and her boy drank in the sight. She was left wearing skimpy, bikini panties that let the dark patch of her beaver show through. When she turned to hang the slacks in the closet, she gave her son a good look at her ass. The cheeks quivered as she turned, even though they were restrained by the undies, and the dark crack that separated the two cheeks seemed to beckon Bobby to probe its mysteries.

With her back still turned, Susan lowered the panties and stood naked. When she turned towards him, Bobby turned his head so she wouldn't catch him staring, but he was a little slow. He caught a view of her naked cunt, and Susan caught him looking. She gasped as she realized what the sight must be doing to him.

Susan held her nightgown over her head and let it fall gracefully over her body. Bobby trembled as she neared the bed and slipped under the covers with him. Neither of them said a word as they lay there in the dark. Bobby listened to his mother's breathing to see if she was falling asleep. Rather than breathing deep and easy as a sleeping woman would, Susan was breathing with the rhythm of an animal in heat. Bobby turned his back on her and pretended to sleep, even though that was the last thing he could have done.

Susan moved a little closer to her son and he felt the increased heat from her body. Next, Bobby crept a bit closer to her. Now they were only inches away from each other. They both knew that if they touched, they wouldn't be able to control themselves. Susan decided to pretend to be asleep, hoping that Bobby would fall asleep then. She hoped to get at least a look at his equipment. She hadn't failed to notice that he was naked under the covers.

Concentrating as hard as she could, she managed to slow her breathing down to the rate of a sleeping person. Bobby followed the change in her breathing with mounting excitement. He wanted to make sure she was asleep before he dared touch her.

When she had been still and breathing deeply for a while, he turned slowly and looked at her. She was lying on her back, he was glad to see, because that would make all her best regions available to his inspection. Her face was turned away from him. To make sure she was sleeping, he called to her softly.

Susan heard Bobby call her, but for some reason she ignored her maternal instincts and didn't answer. She continued in her imitation of sleep. Bobby called again, a little louder, and still she lay motionless and quiet. His heart beat wildly as he realized that she was at his disposal, as long as he touched very lightly.

To test her again, he touched her shoulder. Even that nonsexual area felt terrific to him. Her body felt moist and warm. The touch didn't seem to have any effect on her. If Bobby knew that his mother was struggling to keep still, he would have been very embarrassed. Susan was wondering what he was going to do, as very glad that he seemed interested in her body, and thought for the first time that her lust might not have been one-way.

Bobby was tense as a steel cable as he decided to touch her tit. How often he had watched his mother's jugs bounce as she walked around the house, and now those jugs were right next to him and their owner was asleep and wouldn't know that he was going to play with them, or so he thought. He moved his hand over the closest tit. As it rose and fell with her slow, steady breathing, he lowered his hand until he could just barely feel the gauzy material of her nightgown.

Still she didn't move or show any sign of being aware of him. Bobby let his hand rest on the mountain of softness. The sensation of holding a magnificent boob filled him, and his body sang with fire. He watched her carefully to make sure that she didn't flinch, and he tightened his hold on her tit. He could feel the nipple and it seemed to be hard.

Susan was biting her lower lip in an effort not to gave herself away. She loved the touch of his hand on her mound, but it was hard to lie still while she was burning up with desire. Her brain raced with ideas for turning this one sided game into a full-fledged fuck. She wouldn't be able to stand much more without responding.

Bobby was getting braver when he found that he could squeeze the tit without disturbing his mom. He lifted his hand and tried to pull away the thin material from the hill of tit-flesh. The nightgown had a low-cut neckline and it barely covered her tits anyhow, so Bobby didn't have too much trouble uncovering the crown of the boob. In the dim light of the bedroom, the nipple looked very dark and big. Bobby raised his body and brought his face over the puckered disk.

His body dripped sweat as he lowered his face to the mound. He touched it with his lips, then stuck out his tongue and licked it. Susan forced herself to be still, even though she was ready to grab her son and take his young cock into her snatch. If only she could find a way of doing it without making the boy so humiliated that he would flee from her.

Now that he'd licked her tit without causing her to stir, Bobby was ready for more. He raised his knee, which caused the covers to rise from the middle of his mother's body. Susan knew what he was going to try and there was nothing she could do to encourage him. She had to let him go at his own pace. Bobby moved his hand under the tent that the raised covers formed. Susan felt him skim her belly until his hand was right over her steaming twat.

She could hear his heavy breathing as he let his hand down on the plump padding of her cunt. His fingers seemed to come alive as he felt the lips and crack of her crotch. He was getting very brave, and Susan wondered if he really believed that she could sleep through that treatment. She managed to keep still and quiet tough.

When she felt him tugging her gown up, she knew something had to give. It took him a while, but finally he had her cunt uncovered. He put his fingertips in her curly hair and felt around. He was surprised to find her cunt was very wet. He thought that a cunt was only wet then the chick was hot.

Susan's thighs were spread just enough to let Bobby slip a finger down along her crack. She knew that he was going to get suspicious when he felt her soaking thighs. She had to do something right away, and without her trying to figure it out, she solved the problem. Bobby's finger running along the crack of her pussy caused her to utter a slight sound.

Bobby's finger retreated and he froze. He waited to see what would happen. He didn't think she was awake, but thought that she made the noise in her sleep. Susan realized this and decided to take advantage of it. She rolled towards him and, with a sigh in her throat, she threw an arm around him.

Bobby was pinned by his mother and he didn't know how to get away. Then he realized that he wouldn't have to. Her tits were pressed to his chest and her leg was on his. He could still get to her cunt, so who wanted to get away? He slipped his hand back into the heat of her crotch and held her pussy.

Again, Susan murmured a sexy growl. Bobby froze and she tightened her grasp on him. Now he didn't know if she was awake or not. He figured that she was half-aware of what was going on, but that she didn't know who she was with. Maybe she was dreaming of one of her dates, he thought. He lay still for a while and so did she. When he thought she was sleeping soundly again, he tried to slip a finger between the wet lips of her cunt.

Susan couldn't have lain still for that even if she tried. She grabbed him tighter yet, and sighing a long "Ohhhhhhhh" right in his ear. Her face burrowed into the hollow of his neck and she lifted her leg higher on his hip. Bobby didn't know what to do. He expected her to awaken suddenly and be horrified to find him there. But when she kissed him, he was really confused.

He saw that her eyes were still closed as she nibbled for his mouth. She was taking him into a tight embrace with her legs and grindings her dripping twat on his thigh. Now she was the aggressor, and Bobby felt safe in letting her go. If she came to her sense now, he figured, she would think that she had started this. Susan realized that things had turned out pretty well and she felt like she had her dream within her grasp.

They kissed and slipped their tongues into one another's mouths. Bobby was surprised to find her frenching just like a girt his own age, but she was better at it. They hugged their bodies together as tightly as they could, until Susan's tits oozed out like the cream in an Oreo. Bobby reached around her and grabbed her ass, bringing her cunt into even lighter contact with his thigh.

When Susan slipped her mouth from his and started kissing his neck, she muttered, "Oh, Bobby. Ohhhhhhhh," and Bobby knew that he had found out. She knew it was him and she was devouring him with her lust. He felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Now that everything was on the up and up, he threw himself into the game with all his energy. Susan was proud that her boy could handle her body like he did.

He moved down until his face was even with her heavy tit. He felt the huge nipple with his lips, and then sucked the whole thing into his mouth. While he sucked, his hands kept exploring the area between his mother's legs. Being fairly inexperienced, he didn't get suspicious at the amount of twat-juice there. His hand was swimming in the slippery stuff.

Bobby pressed his middle finger between the plump lips of his mom's, pussy and explored the wet satin lining. The thought of him having his finger up his mother's snatch was so fantastic that he was afraid that he might be dreaming the whole thing. If so, he was going to enjoy himself anyhow. Pushing his finger back towards her ass, he came to the entrance of her fuck-cave. He could feel the inner labes guarding the tunnel, and he played with them for a while before entering the passage to her womb.

Susan was moving her hips in slow, sensual circles and humming in rapture. Bobby sucked her tit mechanically while he concentrated on feeling the interior of her cunt. His tongue was making lazy circles around the stiff nipple while his nose poked the warm tit-flesh. He wished he had eyes on his fingertips so he could see the insides of her twat. So far, he'd poked around in a few pussies, but had never really had the chance to look one in the eye.

Curiosity was second to lust, though, as Bobby ravaged his mom's body. His cock vibrated with unreleased energy as it lay beside Susan's thigh. His mouth drooled all over the tit he was sucking and heated it with his panting breath. Now he reached way up that flowing fuck-tunnel trying to find the end of it. He sent a second finger in and was able to stretch the tube until it was a small cavern. Cunts were incredible inventions, he thought, as he put yet another finger in.

One of the greatest things about being there like that with his mom was that she was reacting to his play. It gave him a sense of power to have her in that state of lust. Her hands were clawing at the back of his neck, pulling his face into the living pillow of tit, and her legs seemed to be climbing up his body.

Bobby finally understood that she was trying to drag him down along her writhing body. He let himself slide down, covering her with kisses and licks as he went. He kissed the underside of her tits, and when they were out of reach, he licked a wet path down her tummy, pausing at her belly button to ream it with his tongue. Now he was getting to the goodies, and his head spun with dizzying passion.

By the time his mouth reached the top of her hairy beaver, he was insane with sexual bliss. The strange odor of a boiling-hot cunt filled his nostrils and made his mouth water even more. He moved automatically now, like a newborn kitten looking for a teat. His mouth was opened wide, and his tongue was blindly thrashing through her muff. The pussy hair was wet with leaked syrup and Bobby had a preview of the flavor of hot cunt.

His hands gripped her thighs with all his might as he burrowed his face into the soaking mess of wet twat hair. When he felt the slick interior of her pussy at the end of his lashing tongue, he went wild. With strong swipes, he covered the spread slit from back to front. Susan was acting as if she were riding a bucking bronco in a rodeo, except she was flat on her back. Her head was thrown back and her face told the story of her lust.

After Bobby had lapped her pussy for a while, he was able to control himself a little bit. He began tonguing her gash with selective licks and probes. He traced the wiggling inner labes to the stiff clit, which he teased while Susan shook with a palsied passion. Then he stuck his tongue up the hole where the flavor of cunt-squeezing was concentrated. He reached up her cave as far as he could, then wiggled his tongue for all he was worth.

Bobby's prick was swelling to the point of explosion, and he wanted to plunge it into the gash he was licking, but when he tried to lift his face, Susan gasped in panic and shoved him back into the swamp. Bobby understood that she must be on the verge of coming, and he wanted to do this right, so he put off his own gratification and kept lapping.

He was right, he knew, when he heard those wild animal sounds that were soon flooding the room. Bobby had no idea that his mother could be transformed into a howling banshee with the application of a lashing tongue to her cunt. There was a whole side to this woman that he'd never imagined.

As Susan shook with her orgasm, Bobby forced her thighs even farther apart so he could get his tongue higher up her twat. He was tongue-fucking her now as she died with rapture. He knew how she felt by the way her voice and body were reacting, and he tried to make it even better. He didn't let up on his twat tickling until she wiggled her way out of his grasp. With his face dripping cunt-juice, Bobby crawled up his mother's body and collapsed on top of her.

It was obvious that Susan was going to need some time to recover from her exertions, but Bobby was having trouble waiting. As soon as Susan realized that her son was trying to stab her with his twitching prick, she spread her legs and gave him access to her stretched and soaking pussy. As soon as she did, his cock slipped in. Her cunt was so wet and slippery that he didn't have any trouble getting his rod in.

As soon as he felt the tight tube of her cunt caressing his cock, Bobby began pumping. Susan was hardly down from the last orgasm before she was on her way to another. Bobby certainly hadn't been a disappointment. He showed so much energy that she felt like she'd fallen into a pit full of sex-starved Boy-Scouts. He seemed to be all over her at once. Now that he was driving his teenage cock up her twat, she knew she was experiencing the ultimate in primitive fucking.

Her son's plunging cock was sending Susan toward another climax. Her cunt was still sensitive from the tongue-lashing he had given it, and now his prick was putting it through the wringer. His shaft was stretching her cunt-tube as it filled her. The knob at the end of his cock stretched her cunt-mouth as Bobby pulled it out that far, before sending it back up her hole as far as it would reach.

Susan's hips were pumping in opposition to her boy's. With her knees drawn up and thighs spread, Bobby could look down and see the glistening piston between the two patches of hair that kept crashing together. He held himself up off his mother's body so he could watch her face as it contorted in agonized pleasure. Her tits were wobbling around on her chest with her writhing, and they were nice to watch, too.

Both of their faces were screwed up in expressions of passion as they watched each other come. Bobby came with more force than he thought possible. He felt the jism, under tremendous pressure, surge into his cock and out the tip. Susan knew when he came not only by the grunts and spasms, but also by the searing heat of his cock-cream as it filled her. Her cunt snapped on his prick as she came, and he answered her back with twitches of his overflowing tool.

Bobby kept pumping until every drop of jism had been drained from his balls, then he fell on the cushions of his mother's tits. They both gasped for breath as their sweat mingled. Susan held her boy in a tight embrace as she considered how great it had been to realize the dream she had been a slave to for the past week. Bobby was as thrilled as she was, and he knew that his lust was not in vain. This had been totally different from any of the other fucks he'd had. This was his very own mother!

There didn't seem to be anything to say, so the lovers kept quiet. Bobby remained on top of his mom while his prick slowly deflated. He was delirious and satisfied for the first time since his prick began to get hard years ago.

Susan had no more doubts about incest; she had tried it, and found that it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to her. From now on, she would have her own young stud right under her own roof. He would always be available to fill her cunt and her needs.

Both of them lay there as if they were floating on a cloud. They could still feel each other's bodies and the remember me of their bliss was vivid in their minds. Finally, Susan told Bobby he'd better go to his own room before his brothers came home. "Let's keep this our secret," she said.

Bobby went to his own bed and lay there with his eyes shut, but his brain was busily reliving the episode. His brothers came in, and raised a ruckus, as usual, but they couldn't rouse Bobby from his focus. They didn't know what to make of their young brother lying there like that with a hint of a smile on his placid face.

CHAPTER TEN

After that night with his mother, Bobby seemed a changed boy. His brothers noticed it the most. He acted confident and sure of himself. When he walked into the soda shop, the girls all looked at him with interest and when he favored any of them with some conversation, he seemed relaxed and everyone listened closely and laughed at all his jokes. The story about his fight with Bull had gotten around, but that couldn't have accounted for such a dramatic change.

Carl and Don would have been jealous if they hadn't fallen for Bobby's new charm, too. They were proud of their brother, but didn't have the slightest idea what had brought it about. One day they were sitting around the soda shop talking to three girls that they hardly knew, and before Carl and Don knew what was happening. Bobby managed to get them all invited over to one girl's house where no one was home.

Bobby basked in the limelight as they headed over to the girl's place. His brothers didn't say anything to him, but they let him know in subtle ways that they appreciated his new-found talent. They all got laid that afternoon, and after one of the girls fucked Carl, she went back upstairs with Bobby, who had already fucked another one of them.

Bobby stayed home several times when his brothers asked him to go out with them, and he and Susan would slip into her bed and fuck themselves silly. His brothers felt that they had an advantage when they took their younger brother with them because he was the one who usually started the ball rolling with the chicks, so Bobby had to go out with them a lot in order to get his nights off once in a while to stay home with his mom.

It was hard for him to believe that a few short weeks before, he was a horny kid with an aching boner in his pants. Now he had all the action he could handle, and plenty left over for his brothers. Not only was he getting more cunt, but the girls he was getting were better and better. There were always the girls who were so beautiful and stacked that only the football players or other big shots had a chance with them. In Bobby's neighborhood, Nancy was the hottest chick.

Nancy had one from out of town a year before and had immediately become the number one wet dream of every horny kid. Bobby spent many hours imagining himself rescuing her from a burning building, or some other disaster, and getting rewarded by being offered her sweet pussy. She had honey-colored hair, a sprinkling of freckles and huge tits. In other wards, the all-American hot chick.

One afternoon, Bobby and his brothers were walking to the park when they spotted Nancy with two other girls whom they didn't know. With Bobby on their side, Carl and Don had all the confidence they needed to approach the three girls. As they got closer, they could see that they were all as nice-looking and sexy as Nancy. One had long, black hair and a milky complexion. She was tall and slender and, naturally, she had big jugs. The other girl had a head full of red curls. She was shorter than the other two, but had a nice body, too.

The guys caught up with them and said hello. Nancy introduced her girl friends to the boys, but they could tell that she was being a bit cool to them. After all, they weren't on the football team, and only Don had won a letter, and that was for debating. Carl had asked Nancy to sit with him in the movies once and she had turned him down.

The black-haired girl, Beth, and the redhead, Jane, immediately were attracted to Bobby's friendly style and his youthful good-looks. Nancy began to warm up, too, after she realized that Bobby was so charming. Carl and Don watched in amazement as Nancy went from cool, to lukewarm to downright friendly. They knew that if anything was going to happen, Bobby would wind up with Nancy, but they didn't mind getting stuck with her friends. Beth and Jane were dreams in their own light.

"Are you girls going into the park?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah," Nancy answered. "I was going to show them what a nice park we have here."

"We can help you show it to them," Bobby said. "Especially the bushes near the lake and the Civil War Memorial."

Those were places where kids went to neck, and Bobby said it with such good humor and unabashed friendliness that Nancy giggled and her two friends caught on to the joke.

"Well, you can come along, but I'll decide what we'll see," Nancy said.

The boys were glad to have such a friendly invitation to join the girls, and they hoped they would wind up in the bushes. As they walked, Bobby led the group, walking beside Nancy, and the other guys paired off with the remaining two girls. Carl and Don noticed that Bobby was trying to steer the group towards the bushes, but Nancy was resisting. At least they were enjoying the girls' company and their brother's efforts to get them something more.

Bobby realized that he wasn't going to get them into the bushes, and his instincts told him to forget it for a while and try to make a good impression first. They all sat on the grass beside the lake, and talked and joked. The guys skipped rocks and the girls cheered when one of them threw a good skipper.

The girls seemed to be getting more friendly, and Bobby was thinking 'bout a way to get more intimate with them. Carl sidled up to Bobby and whispered in his ear that their mother was going to be out that afternoon, and if they could get the girls to their house, they might get somewhere. Bobby thought about it and decided that it might work out. Don made a motion like smoking some marijuana when no one was watching him except Bobby, giving him the idea of offering the girls a smoke at their place.

"Would you girls like to come over to our house and smoke some grass?" Bobby asked. His brothers noticed how he managed to say it without the slightest trace of lechery in his voice so the girls wouldn't get scared off.

The girls looked at each other for a while, then Nancy said, "I'd like to, if you girls do."

Jane and Beth said they would like to go, and they all headed in the direction of the Arnolds. The guys were excited by the way things were working out. The girls were talking and didn't seem the least bit apprehensive, but they seemed like they would be willing to do some necking at least. Suddenly, Nancy spoke with a different tone of voice than they'd heard before.

"Oh, shit," she said. "I can't go. I have to watch my brother because my mother has to go out this afternoon. But you girls go along without me."

There was a short discussion about possible ways that Nancy might get out of her obligation, but there didn't seem to be any way. She headed far home, leaving the odd number on their way to the Arnolds. The guys were crushed. They knew that there wouldn't be anything happening now. They weren't the sort of girls who would be willing to take turns with a few different guys.

Bobby was the only one who could even things up and he volunteered. When they got to the house, he said that there was something he had to do. He left his brothers with the two girls and disappeared. Carl and Don appreciated his bowing out, and hoped that they could handle these girls without their brother's help.

Bobby went out to the garage to fool around with his bicycle. He thought about Nancy and wished that he could be with her now, but he knew he had made a good impression and there would be more chances. He hoped his brothers would get something anyhow.

As he fooled around, he heard a car coming up the drive. It was his mother. When the car pulled into the garage, she hopped out, looked around, and, not seeing anyone, gabbed Bobby and kissed him passionately. They always had to be careful that no one saw them in their more intimate moments.

"We didn't think you'd be home so early," he said.

"Well, that just goes to show you, you never know," Susan said, and ran her hand down Bobby's middle to his bulging crotch. "Where're your brothers?"

"In the house trying to make some time with two girls."

"Well, I wish them luck," Susan said. "Right now, I have to start supper, but when it's in the oven, I'll have some time to kill."

Susan gave Bobby a knowing glance as she left him, and he smiled at her. When he was left alone in the garage again, he couldn't resist touching the lump in his pants. His mother had given him a boner, and he was restless.

When Susan went into the house, the first thing she did was go to the hallway near the living room to listen to the young voices. She heard the usual conversation that could be expected among young people. Her sons were telling the girls about their heroic adventures, and she could tell by the way the girls were giggling and laughing that they were willing to go along with anything these boys might suggest. She hoped that her boys had enough sense to pick up on it and make a play for the chicks.

Susan supposed that the boys didn't know that she was home. She wouldn't let on that she was, and hoped to be able to monitor the kids' progress. Ever since she had begun fucking Bobby, she seemed to have a more light-hearted attitude about sex and young kids. She wanted all her sons to have a lot of fun with the chicks.

Carl and Don didn't have any trouble getting the girls into a relaxed and carefree state of mind, but they seemed to be stymied as far as getting their hands on them. They wished their brother was there. They knew he would think of some way to get the chicks to shed some clothing.

Don had been eyeing Jane for a while, and her red hair and luscious tits were driving him wild.

While Don was going an about the school's football team, Don slid closer to her on the couch. Carl saw what was happening, and he knew that he would have to warm things up between himself and Beth if anything at all were going to happen.

Carl shut up and watched his brother put his arm around Jane. She didn't resist when he tried to kiss her, so Carl went to where Beth was sitting and sat on the arm other chair. He put his hand on her shoulder while his body slid down beside hers. Soon, the brothers were kissing the girls and moving their hands towards the bulges in their jerseys.

When Susan heard the conversation stop, she crept to the door and peeked in. The sight of her sons necking with those two pretty girls made her hot, and she thought of Bobby out in the garage. Suddenly, she could stand to be without him. Her cunt was starving for his mighty prick and her tits felt cold without his hands to rub them warm. She went out to the garage and called him into the house. Without making enough noise to tip off the other brothers, they tiptoed into her bedroom and closed the door.

"We'll have to hurry," Susan told her youngest boy as she began stripping.

Once again, Bobby was staring at her gorgeous tits. He tore off his clothes in a rush to feel their naked bodies pressing together. When his stiff cock was free and bobbing sportily in the air, Susan came to him and they hugged. Bobby's prick was sandwiched between their bellies and Susan's tits were flattened against her son's chest.

They slipped into bed and pulled the cool sheets over their hot bodies. They pressed their mouths together and tasted each other's saliva. Tonguing his mother's mouth always made Bobby's cock tremble, and Susan could feel the reaction as it tickled her belly. Bobby scooped up a handful of firm tit, and compressed it in his sweaty palm. He felt the nipple that had nourished him as a baby grow stiff as he kneaded the boob.

In the living room, other tits were being reached for, but connections weren't being made. Carl crept his hand up Beth's side until he felt the root of her swelling tit. Her mouth was full of his tongue, but as his fingers moved over the boob, he felt her grab his wrist and pull his hand away from the coveted object. He could see that his brother wasn't doing any better.

The guys did their best, but it wasn't getting them what they wanted. Even though Don could hear Jane's breathing increase to a short, deep pant, she wasn't willing to let him get any further than some innocent tongue-wrestling.

Finally, Don decided to go to the bathroom and flog his prick to avoid a case of blue ball, scourge of frustrated young studs. He said he had to go to the bathroom, and left Jane with her tits molested. Carl knew what his brother was up to, and only wished he'd thought of it first.

On the way to the bathroom, Don noticed that his mother's car was in the garage. He was sure it hadn't been there when they came in, and he wondered where she was. Then he noticed that her bedroom door was closed. He figured that she must be taking a nap, but for some reason, perhaps a sixth sense that led a horny kid to sex, he want to her door and listened. What he heard almost made him lose his mind with horny excitement.

At first, there was the sound of heavy breathing that was always associated with fucking. Strange, he thought, but when he heard his mother's breathless voice mutter, "Ohhhhhhhh, Bobby, that's so nice. Where did you ever learn that?" He didn't know whether he should believe his own ears or not.

As soon as he convinced himself that what he was hearing wasn't imagined, he went to the living room and motioned for Carl to come with him. Carl noticed his brother's flushed face and his drooping jaw, and knew that something was up. Don wouldn't say anything as he led his brother to their mother's door, but he motioned for him to be quiet. When Carl heard the action on the other side of the door, his eyes grew big as doughnuts and he stared at his brother in amazement.

The two of them forgot about the girls in their stupor. Both of them felt their cocks straining against their jeans as they pictured their younger brother in bed with their mother. The longer they stood there, the hornier they got, until Don grabbed the door handle and turned it. The door swung open, and they were treated to the incredible sight of their mother and brother locked in a wild fuck.

Susan was on her knees with her shoulders and head lying on the crumpled sheets. Bobby was kneeling behind her, his cock slipping in and out of her wet fuck-hole between their mother's thighs. They were going at it with such passion that they didn't even notice that the door had opened. Then Bobby noticed them. He looked at his brothers and stopped pumping.

"Don't stop!" Susan yelled with desperation. But when the cock remained motionless, she turned her head and saw her other sons standing in the doorway with their eyes and mouths gaping.

Bobby didn't know what he should do, but Susan didn't seem to be very upset. In a voice that Carl and Don never heard before she said, "Come join us."

At first, the two boys only stood and looked. Bobby had been about to shoot his load when he was interrupted, but now that his mother had handled the situation so calmly, he began fucking again. Susan moaned with ecstatic lust. Suddenly, Carl walked towards the bed, puffing his clothes off as he went. Don was right behind him. They undressed in a matter of seconds and were crawling on the bed as Bobby began panting with the exertion of his orgasms.

Carl and Don sat there with their pricks twitching as they watched two members of their family writhe in pleasure. As soon as Bobby had shot his last drop, he dropped away from his mother's rump. From where he was, Carl could see the open rosy lips of her cunt in a sea of wet hairs. He only hesitated for a half-second before he scrambled to take his younger brother's place.

Carl slipped his cock up his mom's twat and began where Bobby had left off. Don felt like he was going to waste his load on the sheets before his turn came, but Susan grabbed him and dragged him in front of her. She took his prick in her delicate hand and brought her mouth to the bloated head. Don couldn't believe what was happening, even when he felt her hot mouth around his tool.

Bobby enjoyed watching his brothers fill his mom with their cocks. He was glad that he was first, but he was also happy to share. Besides, it was fun being able to watch after satisfying himself. Carl was humping like mad behind his lusty mother's wide ass, and the look on Don's face as his cock was bathed in her skillful mouth was really something to see.

From where he reclined on the bed, Bobby could see both peckers. One would come into view between lunges up the cunt, and the other was half-visible between the hair, and where it disappeared into his mother's mouth. Both cocks were wet with the drooling fluid of the hole it penetrated.

Susan was yelping with the intense pleasure of her second orgasm. Her dream of unlimited, teenage cocks was coming true. She could feel the ridge of Carl's rod spread her twat-lips on the backstroke, then rake her pussy-tube as he slammed it in as far as he could. That, along with the sensation of having her mouth stuffed with Don's cock-head, was sending her into a delirium of passionate rapture.

Carl put his hands on his mom's ass and pushed her forward as he looked down so he had a good view. He could see her asshole winking at him as his cock slid in and out of her wet snatch. He noticed that his cock pulled on the cunt-cavern so that some of it came into view between the outer lips as he withdrew his dong. The base of his prick was soaking with cunt-juice and it was seeping down over his balls.

Don couldn't imagine a better blowjob than the one he was getting from his mother. The tongue was circling his prick-tip with nonstop energy. She had him suspended on a high plateau of pleasure, not letting him come until the cock in her snatch was ready to fire its salvo. She had one hand around the base of his prick and the other under his balls, where she was tickling the area around his asshole.

When Susan heard the son fucking her from behind grunt with orgasmic urgency, she began to slide the cock in her mouth deep into her throat, and then out until the prick-head was between her lips. The sounds that the boys were making joined in a harmony of explosive lust. Bobby watched the expressions on his brothers' faces, and was reminded of the joy he'd experienced only a few minutes past. His cock was hard and pulsing once again from the fuck-show.

Carl leaned over his mother's back and rested his head on her as his climax left him weak and limp.

Don was still jerking and twisting in the grip of his orgasm as Susan kept sucking his dick with all her might. Don let out a wanton holler, and Susan began swallowing his fuck-juice, then he collapsed in exhaustion.

Susan was just about to come, so she gabbed at Carl's hips and got him pumping again, as she met his thrusts with her vibrating hips. All three of her sons were clear-headed enough to really enjoy watching their mother in her ecstatic throes of joy. When she finally stopped her gyrations, she melted into a heap – Carl on top, and her head on Don's belly.

Now, Bobby was ready for more. He wiggled through the pile of bodies until he had his hard cock near his mother's mouth. When she felt his warm prick touch her lips, she opened her eyes, then her mouth. Bobby got comfortable on his side while Susan began to leisurely suck his rod. He could tell that all this action was taking a lot out of her, but she was doing good work on his pecker anyhow.

Now it was Don and Carl's turn to watch. As they did, they grabbed their mother's tits and ass. They were as surprised and happy, as Bobby had been to find that their very own mother had the body of a much younger girl, a well-endowed younger girl at that. Don had a mountainous tit in each hand, and Carl was spreading her cunt-lips and staring into her puffy pink gash.

The boys were oblivious of everything except this fantastic body. The girls in the living room were long forgotten. The brothers were getting used to the idea that this luscious body belonged to the woman who had raised them, but it still made it more exciting than anything else they could imagine.

They looked at Susan's face. The way her lips formed a big zero around their younger brother's cock, and the way her cheeks were sucked in, made their cocks rise again. It was obvious that their mom was enjoying herself as much as they were, and that was exciting, too. They watched the way she handled Bobby's balls as she sucked his dick. It was clear that she had had a lot of practice as they saw her squeeze his nuts just hard enough so it would increase his pleasure, but not hurt him. Her other hand circled his hip and her fingertips disappeared into the crack that divided her ass. They could guess what it must feel like to have her talented fingers playing with their assholes, and they began to lust for more from their mom.

Carl began to penetrate his mother's cunt deeper with one finger, while he diddled her cunt with another. He moved his thumb to her asshole and was delighted when he felt her bear down on the thumb with her shitter. He poked the tip of his thumb into her tight hung and thrilled to the caress he received from it. Now his dong was thrashing about with desperate jerks and waves, and he knew he wanted to stick his prick in his mother's clinging asshole.

Don, lying behind Susan, still held onto her tits by wrapping his arms around her. He was getting ready to stick it to her again, too. With Bobby's cock in her mouth, and Carl occupying her crotch, he thought he would have to wait a while, but he was trying to figure something out.

Carl was getting more and more interested in the ass-tube that his thumb was wiggling in. He knew it would be heaven to have his cock shoved up that tight chamber, and he began to figure out how he could manage it. He tried to twist his mother's body around so her ass would be within range of his prick. Susan, anticipating a treat, helped her son position her while she kept her mouth around her youngest son's prick.

Don watched the maneuvering to see if her cunt would be within stabbing distance. He even let go of her tits, letting them slap together loudly, while he followed her furry muff with his stiff prick. He saw the hole his brother was interested in, and noticed that it was barely an inch from the slot he was after. This would be interesting, he thought.

Carl's prick-head met his mother's dry asshole, but had some trouble fitting in. Through the lust that was reverberating through her brain, Susan was able to solve the problem. She reached for the prick knocking at her back door, and moved it to her other, juicier hole. She dipped his cock in her cunt, wetting it, and smeared some, twat-juice over her cunt.

Now she guided her son's prick as it slid slowly up her shitter.

Carl could hardly believe how good it felt to have her asshole wrapped around his cock. He let it soak in her shitter for a while before he began pumping, just to glory in his achievement. Don moved against his mother's stomach, bringing his prick up to the gooey lips of her cunt. With infinite skill, Susan guided his prick into her drooling twat.

Now she had three cocks in her body, and each belonged to a son of hers. Susan never dreamed that she would be so happy. She had kept Bobby's cock going easy in her mouth, but now she increased the motion of her tongue over the taut skin that encased his meat.

With two cocks in her crotch, she had to make a very complicated pumping motion to get the maximum benefits. Both boys were pumping their pricks in and out of her twin holes with different rhythms, and she had to coordinate them. She was striving for the ultimate in feminine ecstasy – to have hot jism pumped into every available hole in her body at one time, and she was going to get it.

Susan concentrated on the twitches of each prick, and listened to the chorus of grunts and groans around her to determine how each son was progressing toward his orgasm. When she was sure they were at the same level, she increased her sucking and fucking motions. Letting her mind fill with pleasure until there wasn't room for any other mental activity, she braced herself.

Jolts of pure pleasure were racking her mind as everything went black. Then the slimy heat of jism pouring into her body from every angle was the primary sensation. If she could have died and preserved that feeling for all eternity, she would have gladly. Susan had had three sons, and now they were having her – nothing else mattered.

Content

Brian Laver
More than a mother

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN