"Hot to trot mother" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laver Brian)

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Sorry about that," Gail said as she got into the car. "I guess it was my fault."

"No it wasn't," Rose said. "It was just one of those things."

"It's nice of you to see it that way," Gail said. "My brother can really be pig-headed."

"I can't blame him I guess," Rose said. "After all, it was a surprise for him. But, Gail, I'm glad we did what we did."

Gail reached over and squeezed Rose's arm. "Don't worry. Jim'll get over it. And it's nice of you to let me stay at your place."

Rose began wondering what it would be like to have a lesbian friend, and lover, staying with her. And what about Ted?

When Rose and Gail got to Rose's house, Ted was sitting in the kitchen, eating a sandwich.

"This is Gail, Jim's sister," Rose said. "She's going to stay with us for a while."

Ted seemed interested in Gail. In fact, Rose noticed that the boy didn't take his eyes off her for a second. He even began smearing peanut butter on his face as he gawked at Gail's big tits.

Then Rose had a strange feeling. It took her a few minutes to admit it to herself. But she was jealous.

"Come on, I'll show you the guest room," Rose said.

"Can't we see it later?" Gail asked as she sat down at the kitchen table across from Ted.

Gail began talking to the boy, asking about school and girl friends. At first, Ted was shy, but Gail knew just how to make him feel comfortable. And soon they were laughing merrily.

"I thought you weren't interested in boys," Rose said to Gail when she got her alone in the guest room.

"Oh, I'm still interested in them," Gail said. "Especially young, good-looking ones."

"Oh," Rose said flatly.

"Say, you're not worried about me seducing your son, are you?" Gail asked. "Because if you are, I won't touch him. I just didn't think you'd mind."

Rose smiled in embarrassment. She didn't know what she thought about Gail going after her son. But she wasn't comfortable with the idea.

When Rose got away by herself she began to think things over. There was no doubt that a chick like Gail would fuck anyone she felt like, whether it was her brother's girl friend, or a lesbian lover's son.

But why should Rose care if Gail fucked Ted? After all, the poor kid was horny.

Then Rose knew why she was jealous: she wanted to fuck her son herself. And she didn't want any other chicks getting in her way.

Once she reached that conclusion, Rose felt better. For weeks now she had longed for the boy. But it took Gail to force her to admit it and make the decision.

But Rose was also racked with fear. How could she seduce her own boy? And what if he didn't want to fuck her?

But first things first, Rose told herself. Before she could do anything she would have to get Gail out of the house for a while.

But that problem was solved when Gail asked Rose if she could borrow her car. There were a few things she had to do around town, she said.

Rose gave her the keys and told her to take her time.

Now Rose was wild with her incestuous designs.

Ted was in his room, but when he heard the car pulling out of the driveway he came out.

"Where's Gail?" he asked.

Rose looked at her son with a raised eyebrow. "She'll be right back," Rose said. "Don't worry."

"I wasn't worried," Ted said. "I was just wondering."

"Do you think she's sexier than I am?" Rose asked her son.

She could see that Ted was taken by surprise by her question. But after a few seconds he let his eyes roam over his mother's body. Although Ted had been watching that sexy figure for a long time, this was the only time he didn't try to be sneaky about it.

"I don't know," he said. "You really are sexy. But so's Gail."

By that time, Gail's cunt was running with warm juice. She wanted her son so badly she could feel herself on the verge of running to him.

"Look at these tits," Gail said as she turned slightly to the side and pulled her blouse down tight over her firm boobs. "Not bad, huh?"

Now Ted was torn between embarrassment and lust. His mother had never acted this way with him before. Rut he could see her nipples poking through the blouse, and his prick was making itself visible as a lump in his pants.

"Yeah, really nice tits," he told his mother in a harsh voice that made, his horniness obvious.

"And I'm not even wearing a bra," Rose continued. "Really, I'm not. Look!"

She unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her naked tits at her son.

The boy could no longer even pretend that he was in control of himself. He stood staring at his mother's tits. With his mouth opened and his lower jaw hanging to his chest, his prick began to throb visibly under the taut material of his jeans.

Rose merely stood there holding her blouse open. Her white tits with their brown nipples puckered into mouth-watering gumdrops pointed at the boy.

But Rose couldn't go on with this sleazy seduction. Despite her raging, incestuous greed, Rose was too ashamed of herself.

Suddenly, she wrapped her blouse around her tits. Her head hung down, and her face wrinkled in a grimace of shame.

"Oh, Ted, I'm sorry," she said in a voice about to break into tears.

Then she turned and ran to her room.

Ted didn't know what was going on. And he couldn't think straight. But he knew he couldn't let this incident stop at this point. He followed his mother, finding her face down on her bed.

In his confusion, Ted's prick began to deflate. But the sight of his mother's tits was a lasting experience.

Ted went to his mother's bed and sat on the edge. When Rose felt the mattress sink she tensed her body and seemed to withdraw into herself.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Ted asked softly.

"Oh, I'm so ashamed," Rose moaned. "I don't know why, but I've been having the sexiest thoughts about you. I thought I could control myself, but I guess I can't."

Ted's brain was swimming. The sight he had seen through the bathroom window, his mother jerking off, came back to him now.

"I've been having sexy thoughts about you, too," he said. "But they don't make me feel ashamed."

Rose looked up at her son. Tears were running down her cheeks. But Ted didn't notice them because her blouse was still open and her tits were visible.

Rose's nipples were no longer hard. In her reclining posture the globes of pliant flesh were sagging heavily. But they looked just as sexy as they had with pointed nipples.

"I can't help myself," Rose gasped as she wrapped an arm around her son's neck and pulled him dawn on top of her.

Ted kit his mother's huge tits flatten between them as their bodies came together. Then he could feel his mother's wet cheeks on his face as her mouth sought his. She was kissing him with an aggressively probing tongue.

Even out of his mind with passion as he was, Ted kissed back. And his hand found a tit and gripped it.

Rose's body was writhing like a serpent under her son's body. Ted had never dreamed that his mother could move like that. That was the way a chick in heat moved, and he could never imagine his mother falling into that category.

But there was no doubt that his mother was in heat. She was beginning to pump her hips, rubbing the lump in Ted's pants against her crotch.

Moving quickly and eagerly, Ted wiggled down his mother's body until his face was between her tits. He lifted his face and looked down at the tits waiting for him. Now the nipples had stiffened again. And Ted knew that he had never seen anything as beautiful as his mother's tits lying a few inches below his face.

Ted opened his mouth and surrounded one hard nipple. Then his tongue began covering it with licks and pokes.

"Oh, Ted, Ted," Rose moaned. "Suck my tits, yeah-h-h-h!"

Ted buried his face into the woman's tits while stuffing his mouth full. What he couldn't contain in his mouth, his hands surrounded.

Rose's tits quaked slowly and solemnly under Ted's sucking and caresses.

Now Rose was grabbing her son's shirt and tugging it out of his pants. Then Ted felt his mother's hand on the small of his back. He cringed with lust. But when he felt her fingers creeping under the waist of his pants, advancing over the top of his ass, Ted almost screamed with joy.

His pants were too tight for his mother to reach farther than the very top of his ass-crack.

But Rose wasn't about to be stopped by her son's clothing.

She rolled him off her. He landed on the bed beside her, his mouth still holding one of her nipples.

Rose's fingers attacked Ted's buttons frantically.

His shirt fell open, then Rose grabbed his belt. Pulling him forcefully closer, she began struggling with the belt buckle.

Ted was dying for his mother to get at his hard and jerking cock. But in his shock at the whole incident, he didn't think of helping her. Rather, he continued sucking her tit and concentrating on his loosening pants.

He felt his pants come loose around his waist as his mother popped the button on his jeans. Then he felt her fingers slide over his prick as she pulled down his zipper. It wasn't easy for Rose to extract his hard cock from the folds of Ted's underpants.

When that was accomplished, though, and Ted felt his prick held in his mother's fist he was so overcome with passion that his mouth opened and he gasped loudly.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," his voice rang out as his mother's nipple dropped from his mouth.

Remembering his encounter with Mrs. Black in the library, Ted knew that this was even better. For not only was Rose much more beautiful and sexy, but she was his mother!

Ted looked down at his prick wrapped in his mother's hand. The fat head was visible over her fist. The throbbing of the prick and his mother's hand matched the rhythm of his heart.

Rose covered her son's mouth with her own again. Now the boy couldn't see his prick in his mother's hand. But he didn't need to. After all, every movement of her fingers made the boy twitch with lust.

Ted thrilled at she way his mother handled his prick, which was just as he handled it himself while preparing to jerk off.

She moved the loose skin of his cock up and down. Then she squeezed the fat head as though it were the bulb of a horn.

But when Rose thought she might be bringing her boy too close to coming, she left the prick to jerk in the air while she cupped his balls in her sweating palm.

Then, suddenly, Ted was without Rose's fondling. He looked up to see his mother standing at the side of the bed. She was pulling her clothes off.

She dropped her opened blouse on the floor behind her. Then she began unfastening her slacks.

Ted stared in awe until his mother told him to undress. Then he slipped off his shirt and pants. He pulled off his socks and sneakers with his pants, beating his mother in the race for nakedness.

But Rose was soon equally naked. Before climbing back onto the bed, she stood there, showing her nude body to her son and admiring his.

Ted didn't know which was more thrilling to see his mother's gigantic tits and hairy twat, or to have her staring at his bucking tool. Rut there was no doubt that with both those things going on Ted was going wild with mounting lust.

"You're beautiful, Mom," he said.

"So are you, honey," Rose said. "So beautiful, and such a gorgeous cock."

Then Rose was beside her son again. They hugged each other tightly, squeezing Rose's tits and Ted's red-hot prick between them.

Rose wrapped her legs around one of Ted's thighs and pressed her wet gash to it. Feeling the searing heat of his mother's pussy on his hard thigh, Ted began grabbing one of her asscheeks, moving his fingers toward where cunt and thigh were pressed together.

After fucking Mrs. Black, Ted had been frustrated because he couldn't remember much about it; it had been a blur of ecstasy. So now he tried to concentrate and memorize every delicious sensation.

He noted how her stiff nipples were poking into his chest. He thought about the taste of her saliva and how her tongue moved inside his mouth.

Ted was moving his fingers closer to his mother's cunt all the time. And Rose, feeling his advancing fingers, lifted her pussy from his thigh so he could get at it.

Soon, Ted was feeling the rear corner of his mother's cunt. With his hand still covering most of one asscheek, his finger tips had arrived at their destination.

"Ah-h-h-h, Ted," Rose breathed. "Um-m-m-m-m."

The hot juice of his mother's twat seeped over his fingers as Ted explored the lips of her pussy. He found that from the rear he could reach right up her slippery, hot tunnel. And on his way, he met the delicate ridges of her inner lips.

"Ted, oh, God, that feels good!" Rose moaned. She had taken her mouth from her son's, and was now kissing his heck. Her mouth was hot, and Ted loved the way it felt on the tender skin below his car.

But Ted's mind was getting blurry again. His middle finger climbed higher in his mother's cunt. As she wiggled her hips passionately, Ted was consumed with over powering lust. He was blurrily aware that his mother was lifting her leg over his hips as though she wanted to dib up his body.

Ted was just about to add another finger to the one already in his mother's twat when he felt her crotch slipping away from him. And her tits were being dragged down his body.

At first, in his wild state, Ted thought his mother was quitting.

But when she rolled him over onto his back and took his prick in both her hands, he began to understand what she was after.

"Your prick is so big and wonderful," Rose was saying.

She was tying beside his spread legs now. In one hand she lifted his balls and in the other she held his prick by its thick base.

Mrs. Black had sucked his prick too. And Ted knew it had been the greatest thing he'd ever experienced. But when he felt his mother's lips on the taut skin of his cockhead he realized that be hadn't remembered the full glory of the sensation. But how could anyone remember such ecstasy accurately?

When her mouth opened and surrounded the prick-knob with a caress of lips and tongue, Ted began to moan.

"I can't believe how great that feels!" he said through clenched teeth.

"M-m-m-m-m-m," Rose moaned, sending the vibrations of her voice through the stiff cock.

And as she sucked that cock-stand, Ted felt her fingers sneaking below his balls, approaching his asshole.

When Rose took Ted's prick from her mouth it was jerking more desperately than ever. And its head was wider and fatter.

Rose rolled over on her back now. She spread her legs.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Come on and fuck me, Ted!"

Springing up, Ted hopped between his mother's legs even though he was reeling from the cocksucking he'd been enjoying. His prick rammed into his mother's crotch, but failed to pierce it.

Ted tried again. But again his prick bounced off Rose's soft and hairy mound.

"Uh-h, uh-h-h," Ted grunted with each lunge. "I can't seem to…"

"Let me help," Rose said as she reached down and grabbed his prick.

Forcing himself to relax, Ted let his mother guide him into her twat.

"There," Rose said when she'd placed his cockhead into the wet inner lips of her pussy.

Ted shoved his prick deep into his mother's body. As his huge dark filled her slushy cavity the boy drew in a deep breath. He'd forgotten also the sensation of having his prick caressed by the gripping walls of a cunt's tunnel.

"Ah-h-h-h-h," Rose cried. "Oh, God, that's so-o-a-o good!"

It had been a while since Rose had felt such a large prick in her twat. It filled her to capacity, stretching the satiny lining of her snug cave.

"Mom, it's great!" Ted gasped as he began pumping.

Yes, this is what it felt like when he fucked his teacher in the library. But this was even better. Ted couldn't remember if Mrs. Black's cunt was this tight. He didn't think so. It seemed to Ted that he would have remembered it if he'd ever felt such a tight grip from that other cunt.

As he slid his rock-hard prick into his mother's cunt, Ted felt its wet lining stroking and caressing it. Then, when he withdrew it, he felt the cunt-tube sucking and tugging at his prick.

Rose grabbed Ted's head and brought their faces together. She thrust her tongue into his mouth with all the force with which Ted was thrusting his prick in her cunt.

It was fantastic to be kissing his mother and fucking her at the same time!

"God, I've never been fucked like this!" Rose gasped. "Oh, Ted, you're so big and strong!"

Rose was moving her hips under her son's. But she couldn't keep up with his teen-age rhythm. So she merely lifted her legs high over his bucking ass and let him plow her with mighty lunges.

"Uk-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h, uh-h-h-h." Rose groaned with every crash of his cockhead at the end of her tunnel.

"I-I'm going to come!" Ted said.

"So am I!" Rose cried. "And it's going to be good!"

In his ecstasy, Ted remembered peeking through that window as his mother jerked off. He remembered how her face looked, and he wondered if she looked like that now. So he lifted his face from hers and propped himself up with his elbows.

What he saw made his orgasm hurry. Rose was looking up at her son from beneath half-closed eyes. Her mouth was opened and gasping. She seemed to like having him look at her contorted face, and she seemed to be trying to smile at the boy fucking her.

Then Ted felt his jism surge. As a tremendous wave of pleasure jolted him, he screwed up his face and closed his eyes. But he forced himself to keep his eyes opened so he wouldn't miss a second of his mother's sexual expression.

And Ted liked having his mother looking at his own expression of lust.

The powerful current of pure bliss emanating from his spewing cock filled Ted with passion until he thought he was going to explode.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h," Rose was wailing now in a shrill voice.

"Ah, ah," Ted grunted with every spasm of his balls.

When his orgasm began to fade, he slowed his hips. But he found that beneath him, his mother was still jerking.

"Don't stop!" she yelled. "I'm coming! Let me have it!"

So with a flurry of hip-thrusts, Ted put the finishing touches on his mother's climax.

"Okay, okay!" she moaned. "Oh, that was fabulous!"

They were still. Their arms clutched each other, and Ted's prick remained in his mother's twat.

"I'm so glad we finally did it," Rose said. "There was no use fighting it. I just couldn't resist you."

"I'm glad you didn't resist," Ted said. "This was the greatest thing I've ever done!"

"I don't know what will happen now," Rose said. "Maybe I'll be cured of my longing for you. Or maybe you won't want to fuck me again. But we'll always have this."

"I will want to fuck you again!" Ted said. "Every day."

Rose laughed. Ted felt her laughter through his prick as her cunt contracted. That stiffened his cock, and they were haying their second fuck before they'd been unplugged from their first.