"Mother_s new lover" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laver Brian)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Dave was sitting in the soda shop with Bob and Jim. They were talking, as usual, about chicks. Dave still hadn't told his friends about his fucking his mother. But now that his mother had brought Karen into their secret, he was wondering if he should.

But Dave had decided that he'd better ask his mother before he told his friends about them.

"The hand job that Barb gave me was great," Bob was saying. "But next time I think she'll…"

Bob had stopped talking suddenly. Dave and Jim looked at him and found him staring at something with bulging eyes. They spun around to see what had affected Bob so powerfully.

Dave was surprised to see his mother walking toward them. He was even more surprised to see how she was dressed. Of course she always dressed well and looked sexy. But Dave had never seen her looking like this.

Jean wore a broad smile. But it went almost unnoticed. Her tits showed clearly through a transparent blouse. The blouse wasn't buttoned. Its sides were tied together below her tits so it held them like a hammock. Her flat belly was bare. Her tight slacks were cut below her belly button.

"Hi, boys," Jean said as she wiggled up to them. They all said hello without taking their eyes from her huge tits.

"I thought it would be fun to have a cookout in the yard, Dave," Jean said. "And all you fellows are invited, too."

Dave immediately became suspicious. He never dreamed that his mother would want to fuck his friends, but he should have known better. And now there could be no doubt about what she was up to.

"So, see you all about five?" Jean said. "Don't be late."

The boys began muttering that they would be there and wouldn't be late. But the sight of this gorgeous woman still had them tongue-tied.

"Holy shit," Jim said. "I hope she wears that outfit at dinner."

"Yeah," Bob said. "God, what a sexy chick. Dave, I didn't know your mom was so beautiful. I've seen her a lot, but she never looked like that before."

"Well, I think it's a phase she's going through," Dave said.

For a long time, the conversation centered on Jean and her tits. Now Dave knew that it would be all right to tell his buddies about him and his mother. But he thought it would be more fun to let them be surprised. And they were going to be very surprised.

For the rest of the afternoon the guys hung around talking about fucking, chicks, and most of all, Jean. They couldn't wait until it was time to go over to Dave's.

"Why don't we go over to your place now?" Bob suggested. "We can shoot some baskets before dinner."

"You just want to ogle my mother's tits," Dave teased.

"Well, I can't say that I didn't like looking at them in the soda shop."

"Like looking at them?" Jim said. "Your eyeballs almost popped out."

"Yeah, and I suppose yours didn't?" Bob said. "Gee, Dave. How can you see that chick every day and not go out of your mind?" Jim asked.

"What do you mean?" Dave asked. "She's my mother, after all."

Jim shut up. But Dave could barely keep from laughing.

They went to Dave's early, but Jean wasn't there. They killed time by shooting baskets in the hoop Dave had on the garage. But their hearts weren't in it. Scarcely a basket was made. And the guys looked around expectantly every time a car was heard driving down the street.

Finally, Jean pulled into the driveway. She stopped the car well out of the way of the boys' basketball game. But she knew that the game was going to end when they saw her.

Climbing out of the car, Jean made sure her tits bounced playfully. But she hid them when she lifted the bags of groceries from the car.

"Here, let me help you with those," Bob said rushing to Jean.

"I'll help too," Jim said.

"Thanks," Jean said as she handed the bags over.

When the boys took the bags, Jean made sure her tits got in the way. And she loved the look on their faces as their fingers poked into her soft tits.

Jim and Bob carried the bags into the house. Dave hung back and walked beside his mother.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jean asked Dave. "What could you be thinking?"

Dave shook his head in mock bewilderment. But he was smiling, and Jean could tell he was happy about what was about to happen.

"Don't be a prude," she whispered to her son. "This is going to be fun."

The boys put the bags on the table and were standing back waiting for Jean and her swaying tits. When she came in with Dave close behind, she noticed all eyes drop to her chest. Jean's cunt was already wet with the anticipation of all the hard cocks she was going to get to play with.

"Why don't you guys go out and start the fire," she said. "It has to burn a while before it's hot enough for the steaks."

Reluctantly, the boys went out. Jean watched them from the window. And she couldn't help taking her tits into her hands as she planned her strategy.

Dinner went as planned. The boys ate quite a lot in spite of their preoccupation with her tits. But Jean knew they were going to need their strength.

"There is ice cream and cake for dessert," she said. "Bob, would you help me take these dishes into the house?"

Bob jumped up eagerly. He filled his arms with the dishes Jean handed him. Then he followed Jean's swaying ass into the house.

Jean stood beside the boy as he emptied his arms of the dishes.

"You know, Bob," Jean said. "I've always thought you were very sexy."

Bob's jaw fell to his chest. But before he could lift it again, Jean stepped up to him and placed her opened mouth to his. Her tits flattened on his chest. It took the kid a few seconds to realize what was happening. But as soon as he did, his tongue responded and his hands went to Jean's tits.

But she disentangled herself from him. It was cruel, Jean knew, but she couldn't help enjoying the boy's horniness. Besides, she had to get Jim turned on, too.

"Here, take these clean dishes out," she said to the shocked boy.

When Bob left, Jean called Jim in.

Jim came into the kitchen and found Jean leaning against the refrigerator.

"Come here, honey," Jean said. "I couldn't help noticing that you've been staring at my tits all through dinner."

Jim looked even more shocked than Bob had. But before the poor kid turned and ran, Jean took his hands in hers and put them on her tits.

"And I've been watching your crotch," Jean said. Then she kissed him.

By the time she pulled her mouth from Jim's, Jean was ready. And she knew that the boys were. She went to the door and called Bob back. Then she grabbed Jim again.

Bob came into the room just as Jean was reaching for Jim's crotch. Jean held an arm out to Bob, and after hesitating a second, he rushed to her.

"Here, squeeze my tits," Jean gasped as she thrust her chest at the boys.

They filed their hands with her hanging tits. She kissed each of them in turn and reached for their pricks. She had been watching the boys' crotches, they'd been hard since she drove up the drive.

"Well, what would you like for dessert?" she asked. "Ice cream, cake, or me?"

The boys didn't answer. But Jean could tell by the way they were massaging her tits and kissing her face that they preferred her.

"Come with me," she said.

As she led them out of the kitchen and toward her bedroom, she called Dave.

Once in her room, she began stripping. She took her clothes off slowly, giving the boys a tease. When her tits were loose, she showed the boys how they could swing and jump. The boys thought about Gloria and the strip she'd done for them. But this was different. Besides being sexy, Jean was truly gorgeous.

She pulled her slacks down slowly. Now the boys could finally take their eyes from her tits. Her hairy mound could be seen through her undies.

"Aren't you boys going to undress?" she asked. Immediately, the boys began pulling their clothes off. Then Jean lowered that last garment, her tiny panties.

Keeping her eyes on the boys' amazed expressions, Jean backed to the bed and lay down. Spreading her arms and legs, she motioned to the boys with a curling finger. They ran to her, throwing themselves on top of her.

When Dave came in, he saw his mother lying under his friends. Their faces were buried in her tits, and their fingers were mingling in her spread cunt.

Dave slowly undressed. He would let his buddies have the first turns. After all, they needed it more.

And it wasn't long before Bob was between Jean's legs, thrusting his prick deeply into her twat. It didn't take him long to come. And Jean seemed stuck in an orgasm beneath him.

Jim pulled Bob away as soon as Bob had stopped pumping. Jim took over with more energy than he'd ever expended before. When Jim had shot his load, Dave took his turn.

"Oh, I've wanted to be fucked like this for a long time!" Jean cried. "Oh-h-h-h-h!"

"Jim, come here," Jean said, pointing to the area in front of her. "Bob, get behind me."

Both boys did as she said. And as Dave watched, she got them plugged into her cunt and asshole.

The boys fucked her from both directions as Jean and Dave smiled at each other.