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

CHAPTER SEVEN

After fucking Gloria, Dave was flying high. He thought about that experience so much that he began to wonder what was real and what his imagination had added to it. But one thing he was sure of – he'd never felt anything so wonderful as sinking his prick into that old woman's pussy.

But that's not to say he'd forgotten how his mother had looked when he peeked into her room and watched her jerking off. And Gloria certainly hadn't looked anything like his mom.

Dave found himself watching his mother more carefully than ever. Now he knew the rewards in store for anyone who would be lucky enough to fuck his mother. After all, it would be fantastic to have a beautiful face looking up at you while fucking, Dave thought. And his mother's big tits would be perfect, to massage as he slipped his cock back and forth in her cunt.

Yes, he'd been fucked, but not satisfied. It would take a chick like his mother to make him truly happy.

Dave watched his mother moving around the kitchen as she prepared dinner. But when his cock got so hard that he had to jerk off, he slipped into his room. He pulled off his pants and took out one of the magazines that he had hidden under his mattress.

As he flipped through the pages of pictures, he was thinking about his mother. He tried to match up the pictures of naked chicks with the sort of body his mother had. Since he still had a vivid memory of his mother fingering herself, he knew what her body looked like.

The more the boy thought of his mother, the more excited he got. And he couldn't help wondering what would happen if he only dared tell her of his passion of her.

Staring at the picture that most resembled his mother, and imagining what it would be like to have his cock buried in her cunt, Dave jerked himself into a powerful orgasm.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Jean was just as excited as her son. Ever since her fling with Karen her incestuous hunger had grown.

Rather than taking her mind off her son, as she'd hoped, the cunt-sucking episode with Karen had made her aware of the possibilities that existed for sexual joy. Besides, Karen's words were still echoing in her head – "Why not fuck him and be done with it?"

It was three days since Jean's lesbian fling. And those days had been a trial. She'd begun rehearsing seduction scenes in her mind. Imagining herself approaching her son in various ways, she would wind up under his pistoning prick. But the only thing these imaginary scenes did for her was to make her wild with lust.

And now, with the dinner cooking, Jean found herself in another of her horny spells.

If she were to get through the evening with her sanity, she would have to relieve the tremendous hollow feeling in her cunt. On her way to her room, she paused at Dave's door. Again, the telltale sounds of a creaking mattress told her that Dave was jerking off.

For a wild moment, Jean thought of entering that room. She even lifted her hand to the doorknob. But she couldn't go through with it.

Rather, she ran to her own room. She had pressed into service as a dildo a perfume bottle that was shaped roughly like a prick. And now she grabbed that bottle desperately. Holding the bottle in both hands, she brought it to her face and kissed it.

The only way Jean could save herself from attacking her son was to keep her lust under control. And this prick-shaped bottle was the only thing she could turn to at the moment.

After kissing the bottle, she stuck it into her mouth and sucked. She pretended that it was her son's prick. But she had to use all her imaginative powers to ignore the obvious differences between that cold glass and her son's hot cock.

Jean went to her bed and sat down on the edge. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt. Then she moved the wet crotch of her panties aside.

When she felt the cool air of the room on her soaking cunt, she gasped in desperation. Bringing the bottle to her drooling pussy, she spread the lips and inserted it.

"Huh-h-h-h," she gasped.

The bottle slid up her tunnel with the generous lubrication that flowed there. Her pussy stretched to tit around the bulky dildo. When it was all the way in and she was holding the neck of the bottle with her fingertips at the lips of her cunt, Jean began moving it roughly in and out.

She remembered how Mark, the office boy, had fucked her. She thought of her son in the next room, stroking his cock in horny desperation. And she fucked herself with that poor imitation of a hard prick.

But the bottle did the job. At least it gave her an orgasm. She tried to keep her moans of ecstasy down as her body shook.

When it was over, Jean lay there motionless. The bottle slipped out of her pussy and clunked to the floor.

Jean knew this was a futile effort. She would lose her mind if she had to live like this. Maybe she could send Dave to a boarding school and get a kid like Mark to live with her. As she thought about it, she began to think it might work. And by the time she got back to the kitchen to set the table, she had decided to ask Dave if he would like to go to a boarding school.

"Dave, dinner's ready," Jean called.

She was feeling better. Her recent orgasm and the thought of getting the boy out of sight by sending him away gave her the first hope of solving her problem without sinking to incest.

But as soon as Dave came into the room, all that was shattered. As soon as she saw him, she knew that she could never send him away. And she could never settle for Mark or any other boy. It would have to be Dave, she knew. She had to fuck Dave or lose her mind.

Jean managed to dish but the dinner. But she had no appetite for food. In fact, she couldn't even pretend to act normally.

"Are you all right, Mom?" Dave asked.

"Actually, don't feel very well, honey," she said. "I think I'd better sit down. You eat dinner."

"I'll eat later."

By the time Jean got to her room, she was so nervous she couldn't stop pacing the floor and biting her nails. She knew she was going to try to seduce Dave that evening. She had to. But nothing she'd ever done in her life scared her so much.

What will Dave do? she wondered. Jean knew he was horny. But she had no way of knowing if he would want to fuck his own mother. What if he were so shocked that he ran out of the house? He might run away from home, she thought.

But nothing could stop her now. If the boy wouldn't fuck her she would deal with that later. Right now, she had to decide on a plan.

Jean had been thinking about this for a long time. But she never thought she would actually go through with it. Fantasies were one thing, but actually seducing her son was quite another.

She thought of calmly telling the boy of her predicament. She would explain that she simply had to fuck him and that she hoped he wanted to fuck her too.

But that seemed ridiculous.

Next, she decided to give it everything she had. She could dress in her sheerest nightgown, the one that showed her tits and cunt off so well. Then she would sidle up to the boy and caress him. She didn't think the boy could resist the feeling of her tits and mouth.

But that seemed so cheap and tacky.

How does a mother fuck her own son? She would have to play it by ear. But, Goddamn it, she was going to have that kid that very evening.

When the knock sounded on her door, Jean almost jumped out of her skin.

"Yes?" she said.

"I just wondered if you felt any better," Dave said.

This was it, Jean knew. But she couldn't say anything. She wondered if she should call the boy in, but she couldn't speak.

"Mom?" Dave called.

The door opened. Dave's face appeared. Jean was standing in the middle of the room, looking back at him.

"You okay?" the boy asked.

"No," Jean managed to say. "No, I haven't been okay in a while."

Dave looked at his mother with a puzzled expression. What was wrong? he wondered.

"Oh, Dave," Jean said as she began walking toward him. "I don't know why, but I'm so horny I can't stand it."

Dave's mouth dropped open. He knew that his mother was horny, but he never expected her to tell him that. And why was she walking toward him with her hands outstretched?

"Dave, don't you understand?" she asked. "I need you. YOU!"

Dave was still standing there flabbergasted as his mother threw her arms around him. He still couldn't believe she meant what she'd said. The boy put his arm around his mother. After all, if she needed comforting, he would comfort her.

But there was something about this embrace that was not at all motherly. She was pressing her tits against him and grinding her hips. Dave wondered with horror if his mother could feel the hard lump in his jeans.

It was only when Jean kissed the boy with an open mouth and wiggling tongue that he got the message. But it was still so outrageous that he couldn't believe it wasn't a mistake or a dream.

But he was caught up in the fabulous sensations of his mother's body. Mistake or dream, he was going to take advantage of it. He met his mother's tongue with his own. His hands began exploring, one sinking to her ample ass, the other moving toward a tit.

Slowly, it began to dawn on Dave that his mother was actually giving herself to him. Incredible as it seemed, his most desperate hope was coming true.

Dave captured one of his mother's tits in his hand. His other hand was still full of plump ass-cheek. The fingers pressed into the valley of her ass through her skirt.

"Oh, Dave," Jean said as she kissed and licked his neck. "I don't know why, but I've been so eager to get my hands on you. I was going crazy with lust, and it had to be you."

Dave's head spun with the words his mother was whispering. But that didn't stop him from enjoying himself.

But he was still too stunned to take the woman as she wanted to be taken. Jean had to lead the boy on. She brought him to her bed, pushing him down and lying beside him.

Dave looked up at his mother's face, then down to her tits. Then he grabbed those big piles of softness. Her tits weren't as firm as Mary's, but they were firmer than Gloria's. Dave sunk his fingers into them, thrilling at the way the tits seemed to compress, molding themselves to his hands.

Jean bent her face down and kissed her son again. But rather than caress him, she began unbuttoning her blouse. When the buttons were unfastened, she sat up. With Dave watching in awe, she slipped off her blouse and bra.

He had seen his mother's tits before, but being so close, within reaching distance, was different. Dave studied the jugs that hung before him. The nipples puckered into knots of flesh as he watched. Then he grabbed them again.

"Dave, you do want me don't you?" Jean said as her son held her tits.

"Yeah, of course," Dave said. "I always thought you were the sexiest chick I'd ever seen."

Jean ran her hands over her son's shoulders. Dave felt his mother's knockers moving like Jell-O in his hands. He felt his mouth open and his face drawn to her tits as though by some sort of magnetism.

"Oh-h-h-h, suck me," Jean said when Dave's mouth arrived at one of her stiff nipples.

She fell back with Dave's face buried in the quivering softness of her jugs. What his mouth couldn't contain, his hands did. Sucking and kneading her tits, he seemed like a kitten with a ball of yarn.

As he filled his mouth with hard nipple and supple tit-flesh, Dave was amazed at the way his mother was reacting. She had wrapped her arms around his head, pulling his face into her tit. At the same time, she was rolling slightly from side to side and moaning. The thought that he was causing his own mother such ecstasy filled the boy with pride.

Dave's face roamed over the mountains of his mother's chest, exploring like a miner, staking claims here and there with his mouth and tongue.

"Harder," Jean moaned. "That's it. Suck me hard."

While he sucked, Dave's hand went to one of his mother's exposed thighs. As he dragged his fingers along the smooth skin of the inner thigh, he was almost consumed with passion. The heat from his mother's cunt was giving him a preview of the glory to be found there.

By the time his fingers met his mother's cunt, Dave was moving his captured prick against her side. He had never been so horny, and he knew he was in danger of spilling his load in his jeans. But he couldn't help it.

Fortunately, Jean had a slightly cooler head. She knew that he could waste an orgasm. Neither of them wanted to remove the fingers that were pressing Jean's damp mound under her panties, but she had to get that kid's cock out of his pants.

"Wait, Dave," she said. "Get undressed."

Dave did as his mother said. Even though it took a lot of will power to pull his hand from her crotch, the thought of being naked in her embrace was enough to make him obey.

He stood at the side of the bed undressing. His mother lay on the bed and unfastened her skirt. Then she lifted her ass and pulled the skirt down.

Dave hated to miss the second of sight that his jersey interrupted as he pulled it off his head. But when he saw his mother again, she was tugging off her underpants.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Jean asked.

"God, yes," he said without taking his eyes from her emerging cunt.

As Jean kicked her panties off her feet, she gave Dave a good view of her crotch. He could see her vertical smile through the curly hairs surrounding it. The lips were spread and they looked wet.

By that time, Dave's huge cock was sticking out, pointing at Jean and nodding its head. Dave noticed how his mother stared at the prong.

But when she began slipping off the bed, Dave really got a thrill. Somehow he knew what she was after. And the idea of giving it to her was spectacular.

Dave watched his mother sink to her knees before him. Her face was inches from his jerking prick. With his eyes bulging and his jaw quivering, Dave saw his mother lift her hands to embrace his stiff and bucking cock.

When her slender fingers took the bone in a tender grip, Dave's knees almost buckled. But he stood trembling, waiting for the inevitable ecstasy of a motherly blowjob.

"Such a lovely prick," Jean cooed as her fingers played along the thick shaft.

Then she lifted his balls in her palm. Next, she leaned forward and pressed the swollen head of the cock to her cheek. With eyes closed, Jean stroked her son's cock all over her face.

"It's so big and strong," she whispered. "So hard, so beautiful."

Then Jean faced the twitching tool. Dave saw her tongue flash, and he felt the hot wipe of her tongue on his taut prick-knob.

"Oh, Mom!" he gasped. "God!"

Jean licked the prick, gingerly at first, then more hungrily. Her face moved in circles as her tongue traveled all around the fat head. Then she measured the length of the missile by running her tongue from pee-slot to balls.

By that time, Dave was shivering with overwhelming passion. But the best was yet to come, he knew.

And it didn't take long. His mother opened her mouth and took his cock into it. She had to open wide to accommodate such a fat prick, but that was no problem. Dave thought the sight of his mother's face with his prick sticking into it was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen.

"M-m-m-m," Jean hummed on the cock in her mouth.

Dave threw his head back in a rush of ecstasy. The feeling of his mother's hot and talented mouth around his prick was more than he expected.

It was like having his cock held in the best possible way. Not only did it feel outrageously sensational to have her tongue wiggling under the head of his prick and her teeth biting into it, but the thought of this kinky treat almost was too much to bear.

"I never felt anything so good," Dave said.

With one hand on her son's ass and the other caressing his balls, Jean began moving her head slightly back and forth. That caused Dave's prick to slide over her tongue and through her lips and teeth. And her tongue began moving around the head.

When Jean moved her face forward, his cock would reach to the back of her throat. Dave could see his mother's nose getting closer to his pubic hair with every thrust of her face as she swallowed him deeper each time.

"Og, uh-h, oh," Jean grunted as the huge muscle gagged her.

Dave knew that his mother was putting everything she had into sucking him. And he loved her for it.

But Jean was being careful. She didn't want to bring the boy off in her mouth. After all, her cunt was still crying out for the bulk of his prick to fill it.

Dave was trying to concentrate on the thousand individual pleasures of getting sucked. His mother's hands and tongue and throat and teeth each added its own thrill. But his ecstasy was so great that the pleasure melted into a pool of passion into which he was sinking.

He stood there, transfixed in frozen lust, while his mother did her magic. When he felt her finger lips entering the crack of his ass and when his prick began sliding right down her throat, his lust increased without his actually knowing what was happening.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h. Ah-h-h-h," Dave moaned as if in a delirium.

Jean knew how to bring a guy to the threshold of coming, then keep him there. When she felt her son's cock begin to buck more strongly in her mouth, she stopped thrusting her head back and forth. She merely held his cock-head still and concentrated on massaging his balls and ass.

By the time she took her mouth from Dave's prick, it was bigger than ever. And there was a pearly drop of gism glistening at the opening.

Dave swayed as he watched his mother back up and lift herself up to the bed. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. She moved to the middle of the bed, arranging herself in fucking position.

With her legs spread and cunt gaping, she waited for Dave's prick to enter her.

"Come and fuck me," she said.

Dave was moving clumsily and awkwardly. Although, he was eager, the blowjob had left him stunned. But he managed to climb onto the bed and over his mother.

Dropping down on the softness of his mother's tits, Dave began maneuvering his prick to her coveted pussy. At the same time, he grabbed at her tits and covered her mouth with his own.

In his mad ecstasy, he tried so hard to pierce her cunt he didn't even get close.

"Hey, hey, slow down," Jean said soothingly.

Dave tried to do as she said. But the poor kid was in such a tit of desire he couldn't help himself. Then he felt his mother's hand take his cock into a firm grip.

Relaxing, Dave let his mother bring his prick to her cunt. Following his cock, he lowered his hips. Then he felt the bristling hair on his mother's mound. Concentrating as hard as he could, Dave felt his prick probing his mother's cunt-lips.

The next thing he knew, he was experiencing again the delight of having his prick bathed in the depths of a pussy. But his mother's cunt was so much tighter that the other one he'd penetrated. Gloriosky Gloria couldn't compete.

And just as he'd suspected, having a gorgeous chick like his mother beneath him made it so much more exciting.

"Uh-h-h-h-h-h!" Jean cried as she was filled with the enormity of her son's prick.

She remembered fucking Mark at the office, and hoped that Dave could fill her as well. Now she knew that he could.

"Ah-h-h-h!" Dave moaned when he felt his prick being milked by his mother's cuntal cavity.

After the blowjob, his cock was very sensitive. And the treatment it was getting now was making Dave squirm and pump his hips wildly.

With every jab of his cock, he felt his mother's cunt stretch around his battering ram. But every time he tugged it, her cunt seemed to be trying to hold him in.

With her son plugged in deeply, Jean wrapped her arms and legs around him. And they kissed with spastic tongues.

"O-o-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o-o, o-o-o-o-o-o," Jean repeated with each onslaught of Dave's powerful cock.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h," Dave responded.

Singing their lust into each other's mouths, the fuckers worked crazily at thrusting their hips rhythmically at each other.

"Ah coming," Jean, gasped around the tongue thrust into her mouth.

But Dave understood what she was trying to say. He was about to come too. And now his prick pumped faster and deeper. Their stomachs slapped together noisily.

When his orgasm hit, Dave was almost driven out of his mind. Nothing had ever made his brain light up like that.

As his gism flowed, Dave felt the tremendous quakes of his mother's body beneath him. And he knew that she was experiencing at least as much ecstasy as he.

They kept fucking until they were limp and covered with sweat. Even after they stopped, their bodies would give an occasional residual twitch, moving the monster of Dave's prick in the tunnel of Jean's cunt like a hibernating bear tossing in his sleep.

"Oh, God, Dave," Jean gasped. "That was the best, the absolute best fuck I've ever had!"

Dave almost said, "Me too," but he caught himself in time. After all, it was only his second fuck.

"I can't believe how good it felt!" he said instead.

"Oh, honey," Jean said as she squeezed him tight. "I don't know what made me need you so much, but I'm so glad we did this."

"Me too," Dave said.

They lay like that for a long time. Dave's cock shrunk, but stayed in the heat of his mother's cunt. But with Jean playing her fingers over Dave's ass and back, she had the treat of feeling the boy's prick grow to a stiff beast again. And as soon as it did, they began sliding it in and out.

When they'd fired themselves out, they had each had about four climaxes. And still, they lay in each other's arms, glorying in each other's bodies.