Brad Logan

Peeking at Mom

CHAPTER ONE

Biff's cock got hard as he stared at the ad in the magazine. It was only an ad for a resort in the Bahamas showing a beautiful lady in a bikini running from the surf onto the beach. But for a kid like Biff, a picture like that was a powerful aphrodisiac.

In his fevered mind, Biff was imagining himself standing on that beach. The lovely woman was running toward him. As he watched her tits bouncing heavily in the tiny top of the bikini, Biff imagined himself opening his arms to encircle the gorgeous creature.

As his daydream continued, he could actually feel the woman pressing her body on his. His imagination even supplied the warm drops of water that covered the woman's body.

As Biff's hard cock pressed against the tightness of his jeans, he imagined he could feel the chick's taut belly pressing against his prick, right through his bathing suit.

Although Biff had never actually sunk his prick into a pussy, he did know the feeling of firm tits against his chest. And now he brought the memory of some of his own hot times at the beach into his fantasy.

He let his mind continue flying. He imagined his hand sliding down the wet curve of the woman's back. He dreamed of finding the crack of her ass at the top of the bikini. In his fantasy, his hand slid into the bikini, covering the firm, round cheeks of the woman's ass.

"Let's go back to our room," he imagined the woman saying. "I want to fuck!"

Even though the soft voice was a daydream, Biff's cheeks burned. In fact, his whole body was on fire – a familiar feeling to the horny kid.

His fantasy continued.

"I can't wait," he imagined himself saying.