"Orgy with mom" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kelly Bob)

CHAPTER TWO

By the time their weekend together was over, Joyce and Billy had fucked every way imaginable. Her cunt, throat and asshole were well lined with his cum. Several bruises showed on her smooth skin from times when Billy had lost control. Those had been the times that she had become frightened.

But along with her fears, Joyce couldn't deny that her body had responded to her son's rough handling. She had never realized how delightful the passive role in sex could be. Billy's father had always enjoyed slamming her around a little, and she could see that his son had picked up this trait.

On Monday morning, Billy woke her up by shoving his cock up her asshole. Without so much as a good-morning kiss he dumped two loads deep in her bowels. With a quick slap on her right asscheeks, the stud climbed off her body and out of bed. He sauntered toward his own room to get dressed for school. Joyce made a mental note to make space in her closets for his things. After all, she didn't think he would be spending much time in his own room any more.

Random scenes from the weekend flashed through Joyce's mind as she listened to the distant sound of Billy's shower. If she had been able to summon up the strength, she would have headed straight for the bathroom and the prick that she knew hung between his legs.

Thinking of her son's cock, Joyce fell off to sleep for a few minutes. She awoke to the sound of his voice calling from across the room. Through half-opened eyes she saw him standing in the doorway, fully dressed.

"I have to leave for school, Mom," he said, glancing down at his watch. "I'll be home nice and early," he added, letting his gaze explore her naked, fucked-out cunt.

When Joyce saw where her son was looking, she opened her legs nice and wide. With his full attention focused on her dripping pussy, she reached between her thighs and rubbed her fingers hard against her clit.

The last thing that Billy wanted to do at that moment was to leave his horny mother hungry for his body. But he knew he couldn't be late for class that day. An important test was being given in his second-period English class. Missing that exam would really land his ass in a sling.

"I gotta go, Mom," Billy said.

Joyce was a little disappointed when she heard Billy's foot-steps on the stairs. In another moment she heard the front door slam closed behind him as he left. Billy was a good student and his mother understood. His level-headedness was reassuring.

Billy couldn't shake the image of his mother lying on her bed naked, fingering her sopping cunt. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't clear his mind. That English test was important, and he certainly hadn't had much of a chance to study during the weekend. Billy knew that he was in for a rough time.

Karen Forbes was used to the hot looks that her students lavished on her lush body. As a matter of fact, she damn well enjoyed them. Sometimes she would leave an extra button open on her blouse, knowing that every bastard would bust his ass trying to grab a look at her tits.

Karen noticed a slight change in Billy's behavior that day. She had chosen a particularly tight-fitting dress with a short hem and a plunging neckline. But Billy, usually her most attentive student, wasn't giving her ass a second look.

As he had expected, Miss Forbes' test was a real pisser. He had to fake his way through a lot of the questions and he was hoping that he could carry it off. He was doing well in her class up until that point, and he didn't want to start fucking things up.

"How'd it go?" Betty Miller asked, catching Billy on his way to his next class.

"I don't know. A couple of those questions really threw me for a loop," he replied, ignoring the heave of his girl friend's thrusting boobs.

"You must have been studying real hard," Betty said, sounding slightly peeved. "I expected you to give me a call over the weekend. By the way, you look a little sunk in. You must be studying a little too hard."

That was the first thought he had given to his promise to call her. They had been fucking for the past few months, and her wild body turned him on. Betty was the first chick that he had even gone to bed with on a steady basis, and she was also his first lay with any experience.

Betty Miller had been around plenty considering she was only eighteen. Her mature, full body made it easy for her to pass for twenty-one or twenty-five. Few eyes looked at anything but her big book when she was in the room.

Betty didn't like the idea that Billy had forgotten to call her.

"I guess you had a lot of things on your mind and just forgot to call," Betty continued, sounding even more annoyed.

Betty was afraid that she was losing her hold on Billy. As she stood before him, she made a special effort to push her tits out toward him. She could feel her nipples hard against the thin material of her blouse.

"Say, listen," Billy began. "I'm sorry about not calling. I was snowed under with things to do around the house this weekend. I just didn't have a chance to give you a ring."

Betty liked the way Billy was staring at her boobs as he spoke. She stepped forward, pressing her right thigh to the bulge in the front of his skin-tight jeans. She began to slowly rub her leg against his growing hard-on, smiling at the intimacy they were sharing in the middle of the crowded hallway.

"As long as you're sorry, sweetheart," she cooed, knowing full well the reaction she was causing. "I'll let you make it up to me," she added, laughing sexily at the true meaning of her words.

"Just say when," Billy replied, pushing his cock hard against her hot thigh.

His weekend with Joyce had really wised him up to the score. For the first time, he wasn't at Betty's mercy. He felt strong and in control of the situation. He knew that she was no better than his mother, a bitch in heat!

"Don't keep me waiting, baby," Betty replied. "How about tonight?"

For a split-second, Billy wondered what his mother would say if he brought his cum-sucking girl friend home. What could she say? he thought to himself. He was the boss around his house and had proved it all weekend long.

"Tonight sounds great," Billy replied, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I'll pick you up around eight."

"See you later, baby," Betty said, reaching down between Billy's legs and giving his cock a good feel.

Billy watched Betty wiggling her ass as she walked down the nearly empty corridor. He couldn't wait to show her some of the new things his mother had taught him. He wondered whether or not she had a virgin asshole. He laughed to himself as he thought about slamming his way into her tight shit chute. If she tried to yell he would just ram his cock down her throat until she shut the hell up.

That evening's plans tilled his mind for the rest of the day. He went from class to class in a daze, hardly noticing anything that was said to him. His cock was sticking out like a flagpole and he had to use his books to cover himself.

Billy went straight home after school. His cock was bloated and he needed a good sucking. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls. He unlocked the front door and stepped into the coolness of the living room.

"Mom? Mom?" he called out, dropping his books onto a small table beside the door.

Joyce wasn't home. He silently cursed as he picked up the short note that she had left for him on the kitchen table. His mother had gone to the store but would be home soon, the note said. He crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it into a basket beside the sink.

Billy was pissed. He had come home all ready to have his cock sucked and his mother wasn't home to take care of his needs. He silently promised to make her pay for his having to wait. And Billy knew he could think up some delightful ways to make her pay!

Billy strode to the bar and fixed himself a nice, tall drink. He was beginning to really dig booze, though grass and pills were a little more his style. The boy had wished that he had been able to get his hands on some high-powered stuff for his weekend with Joyce.

Before Billy realized what was happening, the vodka had gone right to his head. His body was still overheated from the long walk home from school and the iced drink really felt cool and refreshing. Without thinking, he poured himself another tall glass and sauntered back to the sofa.

Billy decided to relax until Joyce returned, enjoying the cool air, as he took great gulps from his drink. After a few minutes, he rose and headed for the elaborate stereo set built into the bookcase, leaving his empty glass behind. The loud record he put on blared through the speakers as the boy fixed himself another stiff drink.

By the time Joyce returned, Billy was blind drunk. He had a sloppy grin on his face as she walked through the living room to the kitchen. Her arms were loaded down with bags and she would have been able to use some help.

"Why don't you give your old mom a hand?" Joyce asked, dropping her purse onto the table beside the door.

"I could have used a good mouth when I got home," Billy replied drunkenly, his voice laced with anger. "You sure weren't around to help me," he continued, spreading his legs open and grabbing his cock.

Joyce knew that something was wrong. The booze had turned her sweet son into a mean bastard. She knew that she had to say something, but couldn't imagine what. After all, she did feel terrible about not being around when he needed her. With a big load throbbing in his cock and no hungry mouth to shoot off in, Joyce could see why he was angry.

"Well, bitch?" Billy pressed, struggling to his feet.

"Honey, I'm sorry. If I knew."

Joyce just stood there, her soft, beautiful eyes pleading for understanding. The bags were heavy and she wanted to put them down but didn't dare move. Billy was pissed-off enough and there was certainly no reason to get him even more annoyed.

The excitement of the moment was having another effect on Joyce. Something that she could feel in the depths of her cunt. Something that made her tits heave and her nipples grow as hard as ripe cherries.

Joyce was turned-on and she couldn't deny it. The masculine tone of his voice sent a chill racing up her spine. As he walked toward her she looked between his legs. The bulge his cock made in the front of his jeans was more than obvious.

"Why don't you just let me put these things down, sweetheart?" Joyce asked, keeping her eyes trained on Billy's crotch.

But Billy had other things planned for that evening. He was also enjoying the cat-and-mouse game that he and his mother were playing. It was obvious that she wanted to please him. His cock throbbed in the warmth of Joyce's gaze.

"Well I'm going out for a while," Billy announced, turning away from his mother and toward the door.

Joyce was shocked. She watched Billy leaving her without saying a word. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her cunt twitching. Joyce wanted her son's body. She wanted to suck on his prick for hours, to feel the thickness of his hot cum filling her mouth.

But he was leaving her!

Billy enjoyed the pain that showed in Joyce's face. He could tell that she was good and horny and that's the way he liked her. If she had been home earlier she would have been rewarded with his big dick, but it was too late. He knew he could wait until later. As a matter of fact, he had decided that he wanted to be up to full strength for Betty. He had a lot of new tricks to show his hot-bitch girl friend.

"Listen, Mom," Billy said, stopping by the front door. "I'll be back in a couple of hours. Okay?"

Billy's voice was suddenly softer. The sting of his walking out was a little offset by the loving look in his eyes. Joyce knew that she would have to wait, but didn't really mind. Not if that's what her son wanted of her.

"Sure, honey," she finally said, resigned to the fact that she wasn't going to feel his hard cock pumping up into her cunt for a little while longer.

Once Billy walked through the door, Joyce rushed into the kitchen, dumped the bags on the table and headed for the bar. She needed a stiff belt to calm herself down. As usual, Scotch was the order of the day.

For the next two hours, Joyce got the house and herself ready for Billy's return. She had made him angry once and didn't intend to make the same error twice. Though it was still early, she got dinner ready. When her son got home, she didn't want to have to bother with it. She had bought them two big steaks and prepared a delicious salad. Later, she would only have to light the oven and toss the steaks into the broiler. It would allow her more time to spend with Billy.

After taking care of the food, Joyce took a nice, long bath. The water was laced with expensive bath oils and perfumes. She knew her skin would turn Billy on. As she relaxed in the hot tub, she thought about what she would wear that night.

After leaving, Billy had bullshitted with the guys down by the school field before giving Betty a call. He liked the idea that she was waiting by the phone. She picked it up on the first ring.

Betty's voice was cool and sweet. She was glad that he hadn't forgotten about their date. She needed a good taste of his hard, young body. Her cunt throbbed to feel him stuffing his hot prick deep into it.

"My folks are home, baby," Betty told him. "We'll have to find someplace else."

"Don't worry about that," Billy smirked. "I've got something special set up for tonight."

"Sounds wild, Billy," Betty eagerly replied. "What's up?"

"No, baby. This is going to be a surprise," Billy told his girl friend. "But I will tell you this. It'll make up for me not calling you on the weekend."

"What the hell are we doing wasting time on the phone?" Betty laughed. "Get the hell over here!"

"I'll see you in about ten minutes," Billy said.

Billy enjoyed the walk to Betty's house. The sun had already gone down and it was starting to cool off. The air was clean and sweet-smelling. The walk gave him a chance to imagine the scene that was going to unfold that night. His thoughts ran wild as he turned over all the possibilities in his hand.

Betty was waiting for Billy in front of her house. Her parents were a bore and she didn't want Billy to get one of their usual third degrees. She had lost more than one good piece of cock because of her nosy old man. And her mother was worse. Betty was sure that the old bitch was jealous!

"Still not going to tell me anything?" Betty asked, wrapping her arm in Billy's as they walked down the street.

Betty had a great body and she made sure Billy noticed it. As they walked, she pressed her big, braless tit hard against the top of his arm. She was sure he could feel her hard nipple through the thin material of his T-shirt.

"I'm going to take you to meet my mother," Billy said, trying hard to act very straight.

"What?" Betty said, stopping dead in her tracks. "You're taking me where?"

"You heard me right, baby. This seems like a good night for you to meet Mom," he replied, having a hell of a time not laughing.

"Sounds like a lot of laughs," Betty said sarcastically. "We can all sit around playing Scrabble."

Billy was having a good time. He liked the idea of surprising Betty, leading her on without giving away the secret. There was no doubt in Billy's mind that his girl friend and his mother would get along just fine. They were both horny bitches and he had enough hard cock to satisfy the two of them.

Betty could see the glimmer of excitement in Billy's eyes and knew that he was holding back on her. But she decided that she liked the idea of being surprised. She had never met Mrs. Lankin and was more than a little curious about the woman. One thing she knew for sure. Betty had one hell of a night in store for herself.

Joyce nervously checked the time on the kitchen clock. Two and a half hours had gone by and she was getting just a little impatient for her son's return. She strode over to the hallway closet and pulled the door open. She gave herself a good looking over in the mirror hanging on the inside of the door. She was more than happy with her appearance.

Joyce was wearing a tight black party dress. The garment featured a neckline that plunged to her waist and a hem that hardly covered her hungry cunt. Dark stockings clung to every curve of her legs and thighs and high heels graced her delicate feet.

As usual, Joyce was a little unsteady on her feet from all the booze that she had drunk in the last hour. She almost didn't hear the key in the door when Billy returned. She turned to meet him, a wide, lewd smile curling up the corners of her mouth.

Betty was nervous as hell as she allowed Billy to usher her into the dark foyer. She could feel his hand on her waist slip down to the top curve of her right asscheek. She didn't think it was a good idea to meet Billy's mother with his finger shoved up her asshole.

Joyce was shocked when she saw Betty beside her son, standing in the doorway. Her vision was blurred by the booze she had consumed, but the sexy tilt of Betty's full, rounded hips was clear through the haze.

Billy instantly grasped the situation and took over. He knew he was boss. Neither Joyce nor Betty dared challenge him. With a triumphant smile spread across his face, he wrapped an arm around his girl's soft, hot body and led her into the living room.

The half-full glass almost slipped from Joyce's trembling fingers as she watched the two teenagers moving closer. She was still having one hell of a time focusing her eyes and decided to have another good belt of Scotch.

"This is my mom," Billy said proudly. "And Mom," he continued, turning toward his speechless mother, "this is Betty."

Betty was almost knocked on her ass by the sight of Billy's old lady. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined Joyce Lankin as she saw her on the couch at that moment. The woman was one nice piece of ass and looked as horny as hell. She was obviously drunk out of her mind to boot.

Joyce didn't know what to say or do. She felt naked. The hem of her skirt had bunched up around her waist. She couldn't control the trembling of her tits as the plunging neckline of her dress revealed their thrusting fullness.

"Please to meet you, Mom," Betty laughed, her eyes traveling up and down the length of Joyce's legs.

Joyce squirmed on the couch, tugging at the hem of her skirt as she tried to cover part of her exposed ass. She wished that she could cover her half-naked tits.

"Billy never told me about you," the bold teenager said, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around one of Joyce's wrists. "I'm gad he finally decided to introduce us," she added, flashing her boy friend a wide, lewd smile.

When Betty grabbed her hand, Joyce realized that all was lost. There was no need to even try to retain some modesty. The wild look in Betty's eyes told her that she would have two masters that night.

Billy could see the excitement passing between Betty and his mother and it turned him on. He had heard stories about his girl friend and other chicks whispered in the locker rooms. His cock was growing harder by the second as he watched Betty slide down onto the sofa beside his mother. He watched her wrap a slender arm around Joyce's bare shoulders.

The blood pounded in Joyce's brain as she felt the hot swells of Betty's tits pressing against her. She could feel the girl's strong fingers massaging into her shoulder.

Betty could feel Joyce's entire body trembling in her arms. She bent forward and pressed a warm, moist kiss to the side of the older woman's neck. Her hand slipped from Joyce's shoulder to the top of her big tit.

Chills raced through Joyce's bloodstream as Betty's fingertips toyed with her throbbing nipples. She could feel the sharp edges of the girl's fingernails against her sensitive flesh.

In another moment, Betty's lips replaced her fingers. She caught Joyce's right nipple gently between her teeth and whipped the rough underside of her tongue across the throbbing nub. Her mouth made a loud, wet sound as she tasted Billy's mother.

Joyce was quickly becoming lost to the world. She had no idea how wonderful a woman's mouth could feel. It was obvious that Betty was no amateur when it came to turning another girl on. She knew just what to do.

Betty lifted her face from Joyce's tits and smiled lewdly at the woman's son. Her eyes moved lower on his body and caught sight of the fat bulge between his legs. Billy had pulled his zipper down and let his fat cock flop out. His prick was almost fully erect and its size made Betty's mouth water.

"What the fuck are you doing all the way over there?" Betty asked, not taking her eyes off the thickness of his dick. "Bring that yummy hunk of meat the hell over here," she continued, turning her attentions back toward the boy's mother.

As Billy walked toward the couch, his cock pointing the way, Betty pushed herself away from Joyce. The teenager's skirt was bunched up around her waist and her flowing cunt strained the crotch piece of her black bikini panties.

"Come here, baby," Betty hissed, reaching between her legs and pulling her thighs wide. "Your big-titted old lady really put me in the mood for a good cunt-sucking."

Joyce's eyes went wide as she stared at Billy's prick moving closer and closer. She could imagine its width stretching her lips as she struggled to take it deep into her hungry throat. She longed for the thick, hot taste of his jism.

And Joyce had no intention of letting that hot bitch have the first load from her son's dick. Even though Billy was heading straight for Betty, Joyce lunged forward and slammed his swollen cock down her throat. Before anyone knew what was happening, she was moving her drooling lips up and down the full length of her son's hard-as-a-rock cock.

Billy let out a howl of delight as he stood towering over his mother while she madly sucked him off. The eagerness of her mouth brought his dick to full attention. He could feel the cum starting to boil in his balls.

Betty was shocked at the suddenness of Joyce's actions. The older woman moved with the speed of a cat as she threw herself down between Billy's legs. The vision of the boy's massive cock was hidden by Joyce's bobbing head.

But Betty had sized up the situation in the Lankin household the minute she walked into the room that evening, and she knew that she was in the driver's seat. All she had to do was show Joyce that she knew the score. Reaching forward, she twisted her fingers into the older woman's thick hair. The muscles in her arm tightened and she yanked back.

Joyce thought she heard her neck snap as Betty tore her head out from between Billy's legs. The boy's cock made a popping noise as it came from between her sucking lips. She hadn't noticed that the top of her dress had slipped, exposing the fullness of her naked tits.

"If you're so hot to suck, baby," Betty grunted, twisting Joyce's head around and pulling the woman's face into the steaming heat of her crotch, "here's something you can really sink that hungry mouth of yours into!"

Betty pulled Joyce's face between her legs as she shoved her throbbing cunt up to meet the older woman's lips. Just the sheerness of the teenager's panties separated their moist flesh.

Joyce's lips found the hardness of the girl's clitoris and began to gently suck on it. She could taste the girl's pussy juice and it made her tits tremble. Betty's cunt tasted even better than she could ever have imagined.

"Wait a minute, slut!" Billy screamed, the cool air chilling his saliva-coated prick. "Get that mouth of yours over here!"

This time it was Billy's turn to dig his fingers into the softness of Joyce's hair and yank her head back. His mother's mouth had felt marvelous on his dick and he wanted it back there where he thought it damn well belonged.

Billy almost tore Joyce's hair out by the roots in his haste to get her slaving mouth back down over his cock. Tears of pain filled her eyes but her son couldn't have given less of a damn. The only thing that mattered was the throbbing in his cum-filled cock and balls.

Joyce couldn't believe what was happening. These two beautiful, hungry animals were fighting over her body. It was the most thrilling moment of her life. The skin on her face burned as first Billy's pubic hair then Betty's rubbed across it. Her entire body was like a limp dishrag as she was dragged from one body to the other.

"Hey, lover," Betty pouted, "you've got this hunk of bitch around all the time. Let me have a taste of her hard-working mouth."

"Oh what the fuck," Billy replied, loosening his hold on Joyce's head. "Go ahead."

Betty didn't need another invitation. She grabbed Joyce and had her safely tucked away between her legs before any of them could bat an eyes. She reached down to the crotch of her panties and pulled the material out of the way. She wanted nothing between her overflowing cunt and Joyce's hard-sucking mouth.

Billy intended to give Betty his mother's mouth, but keep the rest of her wild body for himself. As the two horny bitches toppled over onto the sofa, Billy bent forward and began tearing his mother's dress off her back. Actually, there wasn't that much material to get rid of. In a few moments, the garment's tattered remains lay discarded, tossed into a far corner of the room.

Joyce helped her son all she could, but kept her main attentions directed toward the churning heat of Betty's pussy. She pushed her tongue deep into the girl's cunt, licking the inner walls as she swallowed a mouthful of her love juices.

"Look at this bitch's body," Billy called out proudly, sinking his strong fingers deep into the firm flesh of Joyce's ass. "Some piece of ass, huh?"

"You can say that again, honey!" Betty replied, lifting her legs and wrapping them around Joyce's neck.

Joyce was soon dressed only in her black stockings and high heels. Her naked ass waved in the air, its deep crack inviting Billy's hard prick. She enjoyed the feel of his powerful fingers digging into her trembling asscheeks.

With his eyes focused on his mother's wild ass, Billy's lingers tore at the front of his pants. In a few moments, his jeans hung around his ankles while he tossed his shirt into a far corner of the room. Joyce's body was there for the fucking, and he intended to get himself a piece.

Joyce was too busy with Betty's cunt to notice what her son was doing. She had her hungry lips pressed tight to the sopping wetness of the teenager's twat while she pushed the tip of her tongue into the deepest recesses of her body. She ignored Betty's stray pubic hairs that got caught between her teeth as she slurped up her very first cunt.

Naked, Billy positioned himself behind his mother, resting the swollen head of his prick against the deep crack of her ass. His balls ached as the cum boiled within them. For a moment he thought about lubricating his mother's asshole, then decided that he was in too much of a rush to concern himself with her comfort. Grabbing hold of her hips, he slammed the lower portion of his body forward, forcing the head of his prick into the pink, puckered ring of her asshole.

Joyce's scream was muffled by the damp flesh of Betty's cunt. The pain of her son's thrusting dick almost made her faint. It was obvious that her ass hadn't a chance to heal from the rough treatment that it had received the previous weekend.

Betty laughed hysterically as she watched Billy slamming his cock into his mother's shit chute. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around the older woman's neck, making it impossible for her to move out of the path of the boy's raging cock.

Billy's first thrust had only forced half his cock into Joyce's body. The thick base of his shaft still remained to feel the burning tightness of his old lady's asshole. His balls bounced against the firm, round mounds of her asscheeks as he drove his cock deeper and deeper.

Betty could feel the nearness of her orgasm, and began pounding her pussy harder and harder against Joyce's slaving mouth. The muscles in her legs tightened with her approaching orgasm, crushing Joyce's head between her thighs.

Pain mixed with pleasure in Joyce's mind. Her passions exploded like fireworks. Each climax was followed by another even more intense experience. She could feel the perspiration pouring from her skin even though the air-conditioning kept the room nice and cool.

With the full length of his prick sunk deep into Joyce's ass, Billy let the full weight of his body rest on his mother's back. He could feel muscles hidden deep within her asscheeks lock around his throbbing shaft, sucking the jism from his balls.

When he felt the first spurts of cum shoot from the tip of his prick, new strength filled Billy's body. His backbone went rigid, his fingers dug harder into Joyce's lush hips. His hips pumped forward over and over again. Each thrust drove him madder and madder until only his orgasm filled his mind and soul.

The room was alive with the sounds of their fucking and sucking. Their three bodies became one mass of lusting flesh as they each strived for the highest level of ecstasy.

When it was all over, Betty loosened her legs from around Joyce's neck, allowing the older woman to fall into an exhausted heap on the floor. Billy's limp prick still remained tightly embedded in her steaming asshole as he lay heavily on top of his mother's motionless body.

It took a long time for Betty to catch her breath. Every muscle in her body had been drained by the best sucking session of her young but experienced life. Summoning up all the strength she could muster, Betty climbed to her feet. Unsteadily, she climbed over the entwined bodies of Joyce and her son and made her way to the bar and fixed herself a good, strong drink.

Feeling Joyce's body squirming beneath him, Billy rolled off to the side of his mother. His cock came out of her asshole with a soft, wet "pop". His limp dick shimmered in the dim light with its coating of cum as it rested on the thick carpet. Looking over his shoulder, he watched Betty on the other side of the room. Her skirt was still bunched up around her waist, displaying the sweetness of her sopping cunt.

Placing her glass back onto the bar, Betty quickly stripped off the rest of her sweat-soaked clothing. The night was still young and she didn't want her clothes to get in the way. Once she was naked, she grabbed her glass and moved back toward the sofa.

By this time, Joyce was able to regain a small part of her composure. Her body ached from the sound ass-fucking that her son had treated her to. She rolled onto her side, resting her weight on one elbow. She watched Betty slowly moving toward her, the swollen melons of the teenager's tits holding her attention hypnotically as they swayed heavily from side to side.

Betty could feel the heat of Joyce's stare on her naked body and it made her nipples as hard as ripe cherries ready to be picked. New tremors of lust shot through her as she saw the life returning to Billy's prick. Joyce's wonderful cunt-sucking had really put the teenager in the mood for a good fucking. And she knew from past experience that Billy had more than enough staying power to take good care of her needs.

A warm smile spread across Billy's face as Betty lowered herself down beside him. With her help, he rolled over onto his back. Her long, slender fingers on his inner thighs pushed his legs wide, exposing his stiffening prick.

Betty's nostrils flared with the aroma of sex that radiated from Billy's crotch. She licked her lips as she smelled the scent of fresh cum coating his dick. She reached down and cupped his sensitive balls. Her skilled fingers toyed with the soft orbs as she lowered her face into his crotch.

Billy watched as Betty crouched between his spread legs. The feel of her soft hair against his skin made his entire body tingle with excitement. The first touch of her hot lips to his swollen prickhead stiffened his spine.

Joyce watched Betty swallowing up her son's cock and she was impressed by the girl's skill. She could see the delight in the teenager's face as she strained her lips to accommodate Billy's magnificent prick. She was amazed at how easily Betty forced the full length of the boy's shaft down her throat.

Billy reached out and wrapped a strong arm around his mother's naked shoulders and drew her hard against him. He loved the feel of her huge boobs pressing against him. He could feel her erect nipples burning his skin.

Joyce pulled herself atop Billy's chest, dragging her heavy tits across him. Her manicured fingers massaged his broad shoulders as she covered his trembling lips with her own. She forced his teeth open with the tip of her tongue and explored the inner recesses of his steaming mouth.

Billy tasted the sweetness of Betty's cunt on his mother's ups as she licked the saliva from the walls of his mouth. He reached over and sunk his powerful fingers into the swollen melons of her tits. He could feel her body responding to his firm, almost brutal handling.

Betty's eyes were locked shut as she felt the head of Billy's dick pressing against the back of her throat. Her head moved up and down on his tool. She could feel the blood pounding in his shaft as her lips sucked deeply. She was careful not to hurt the sensitive flesh with the sharp edges of her teeth.

Billy lifted his ass off the floor as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper into Betty's face. He fought back the urge to come right then and there as she locked her lips around the thick base of his shaft.

Joyce gasped for air when she finally pulled her mouth off Billy's. He held onto her tit tightly as she sat upright. She was showing off her body to the boy as his hand moved from one boob to the other.

As Betty increased her efforts, Billy's hands moved from his mother's body to the back of his girl friend's head. He held her face tight against his crotch as he slammed his dick in as far as it would go. He was getting ready to shoot his load down her throat into the depths of her quivering belly.

The sight of Betty's ass waving in the air was more than Joyce could ignore. Crawling on her hands and knees she moved behind the hardworking teenager.

Joyce was thrilled at the rounded perfection of Betty's asscheeks. Very gently, the older woman reached into the girl's deep ass-crack and spread the firm mounds apart. The sight of her puckered, pink asshole made Joyce's mouth water.

With a contented smile curling up the corners of Joyce's full, rich mouth, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Betty's asshole. The burning flesh seared the older woman's skin. The aroma of Betty's heaving body arid the taste of her asshole was enough to bring on another of Joyce's crushing orgasms.

By the time Joyce was led upstairs to her bedroom, the evening had become one blurred climax. She had lost all control of her body and mind as she allowed Billy and his girl friend to use her any way they wished.