Brian Laver

Horny mother

CHAPTER ONE

Beth James, her moist cunt twitching in anticipation, sipped her drink and listened as the young man talked about his sports car. She wasn't the least bit interested in the car that she had followed over to his apartment, but she didn't want to seem bored.

After all, at thirty-six she knew how to handle these young guys. As soon as she had spotted him in the bar she felt that familiar tingling in her cunt that told her she'd found a live one.

Of course the guy thought he had picked her up, but that was all part of her plan. Very often Beth wished she could be more aggressive. If she were a man with a hot chick within reach, she would be fucking her brains out.

"Uh, Bill…" she said at last, interrupting his dialogue about the car.

"Bob," he corrected her.

"Sorry," Beth said sweetly. "Could you get me another drink?"

"Oh, sure," he said eagerly.

Beth knew she would have to do something to hurry things along. Her crotch was soaked with hot juices and her tits were itching to be sucked, but this clod Bob was still talking about that stupid, little car of his.

Beth rearranged her legs on the couch, making sure that her skirt slid up her thigh. When she felt the cool air of the room on her wet panties she knew Bob would have a view of her nylon-encased cunt.

But when Bob brought her the drink, Beth noticed that he was pale and shaking slightly. Poor guy, she thought. She could see by the bulge in his pants that he was horny, but he was so shy.