Brian Layer - Tempting mother

Pat told Carl to be quiet as he wrapped his hand around her fat tit. Bob, Pat's son, was asleep, and she didn't want him wakened by the sounds of her fucking. Pat and her date had just seen a movie and were in the mood for some sex. They usually went to Carl's place, but this time they decided to come to Pat's because it was so much closer and they didn't want to wait any longer than necessary to start fucking.

Pat led the way into the bedroom with Carl hanging onto her bouncing tits. As soon as they were in her room, he began pulling her clothes off. His clumsy fingers fumbled at her buttons until her tits were sticking out into the room. Carl pushed Pat down on her bed and lowered his head to the twin mounds of shimmering tit-flesh.

Letting the weight of his head be supported by the firm globes, Carl sucked her silver-dollar-sized nipple into his mouth. As he sucked his hand snuck up her dress, following the smooth skin of her inner thigh to the moist junction of her crotch. The nylon of her undies felt hot and wet as Carl pressed the fat lips of her cunt through the material.

He slipped his fingers into the tiny garment and into the tangle of curls that covered the slavering pussy. His fingers found the slot of slippery, pink flesh that lined that juicy twat, and crept in. Pat grabbed his head and pulled his face to hers. Their mouths came crashing together in a wild kiss and their tongues charged into each other's mouths.

Having her cunt entered by a few fingers was all that Pat needed to get her started on the path to ecstasy. A path that wouldn't end until she was reduced to a mass of sweaty, exhausted and wrung-out flesh. She spread her legs as the fingers in her started up her drooling cuntal tube.

Pat reached for Carl's pants and began tugging at his belt buckle. She was dying to get at the stiff rod she knew was waiting for her. With his free hand, Carl helped her release his throbbing tool. They continued tongue-wrestling until Carl just had to get up to undress. Pat lay back and watched him pull his clothes off in a frenzy as she tugged her skirt and undies off.

When Carl's hard cock sprang out of his pants as he lowered them, Pat gasped at the sight. Although she'd seen it several times before, the size and motion of the shaft started her heart pounding. Carl stepped out of his pants and stood naked at her feet. He helped her pull the wad of skirt, undies and panty hose from her feet, and she was equally nude.

Pat held her arms out toward Carl and he dropped himself down beside her on the bed. As they embraced, his cock pressed against her side. It was always a thrill to feel a naked body pressing against her, and Pat's cunt began drooling even more copiously. They pressed their mouths together again and tasted each other's saliva.

Carl's hands were moving over her firm tits, and Pat's hands slid over the hard surface of his muscular body. As her fingers neared his prick, where it was sandwiched between them, he rolled over enough to let his cock stand free and clear. Pat's fingers closed in on the swollen pole. Like a kid climbing a tree, Pat's fingers climbed Carl's jerking prick. Over the veiny shaft to the bloated head, her fingers caressed their way up the giant dong. She squeezed the blood from the prick-nob and felt it fill again as she released her tight grip. It. wasn't easy for her to resist telling him to shove his cock up her right away, but she knew it would be worthwhile to wait. When she was nearly crazy with desire, that cock would have its ultimate effect.

Carl moved down her body so his face was at her tits, where he took over the task of tit-play with his lips and tongue. He moved his hand down the silky surface of her flat belly until he felt the carpet of twisted and intertwined hairs. Continuing down between her legs his fingers covered the gash that was open and running with hat syrup.

Passion had filled Pat's cunt with blood and forced the lips apart, exposing her wiggly inner lips to Carl's palm. He cupped the juicy organ and squeezed it. He could feel the juice covering his hand. As he gobbled up as much tit as he could stuff into his mouth, he slipped his middle finger up her twat. Pat's whole body reacted to the intruding finger; she tensed, gasped, then relaxed. 000 10 Carl's finger was swimming in a sea of slippery, satiny cunt interior. He felt all around in there, then reached as far as he could up her cave. He couldn't reach the end with his finger, but he knew his cock could reach, and he remembered how she had squirmed the last time he had plunged his shaft to the apex of her tunnel.

After reaming her twat with his finger for a while, Carl continued his journey down her body. Although his tongue was even shorter than his finger, he knew it would have effects on her that his fingers and prick could never achieve. Besides, he loved the way her hot pussy felt, on his face as he pressed his tongue up the salty chamber.

Pat knew she was going to experience the sheer joy of Carl's cunt-lapping, and her pussy increased its flow at the thought of what was to come. When she felt his face burrowing into her pubic patch, she spread her legs farther and pushed her twat out as far as she could. As the hot snake of his tongue entered her, Pat sucked her breath in sharply and held it in for a few seconds before letting it out in a long, satisfied sigh.

Carl drove his tongue around in her twat with all the skill of a veteran muff-diver. Pat's hips began gyrating automatically and her cunt made little circles as it pressed against Carl's mouth. The more he lapped, the wilder Pat swung her cunt around, until Carl had to hold on to her hips just to keep his tongue in the slot.

Little cries of pleasure became louder and more wanton as Pat's lust mounted within her. Soon she 000 thrashing her head back ad forth in a spasm of ecstasy. Carl kept up his tonguing until she lifted her hips and pulled her Nat from his reach. He scrambled up beside her and held her in his arms as she trembled in past-orgasmic bliss.

Carl was in a fit of passion and was eager for Pat to be ready for his cock to fill her pussy. It didn't take long for Pat to recover and she was reaching for his prick and pulling him on top of her. Her gash was a swamp of love-juice and Carl's saliva, so his prick glided into the oven like a ball bearing dropped into a pool of quicksand. He plunged his cock deep into her quim and let it lie there in the heat and wetness before he began pumping.

M he raised and lowered his ass, his cock pistoned up and down her tight tunnel. Pat's cunt was still tingling from the cunt-lapping she's received, and the huge prick instantly turned her into a lusting animal. Holding Carl around his big body, she lifted her legs and clasped her feet together behind his back. Wit the timing of a musician she pumped her own hips in counter motion to his so his cock could chug in and out with maximum speed.

Pat listened to the breathing in her ear. Her stud was getting close to coming. She could tell by the fast, trembling breath. When he began to grunt softly, she clamped his cock tighter in her cunt and gave him an extra thrill. She felt his cock spasm in the grip of her pussy, and the hot cream seared her tender insides.

The two fuckers weren't the only ones to be getting off in that dark house. Bob, Pat's son had heard his mother and her date come in. His keen ears followed them into the bedroom and monitored all their actions. He heard his mother's high voice as she moaned in rapture as her cunt was licked. In his mind's eye he saw the whole show.

Naturally the sounds made his own cock stand. The sheet that covered his burning body looked like a white circus tent as his cock held it high. As his mother's sounds of lust filtered through the wall that separated his room from hers, he reached for his cock and held it in a tight fist.