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CHAPTER FOUR

Both Joyce and her son needed the rest of the week to rest up after their party. She wrote a note excusing Billy from school and he gave her a bottle of powerful tranquilizers to ease the aches and pains in her body.

Billy had the following week off from school because of a five-day recess before final exams. Joyce had planned for the two of them to visit her sister Joan and her husband Harry in Miami. They had a huge home right on the beach.

They were due to leave that Saturday, but Joyce just didn't feel up to it. She knew that Billy had his heart set on doing a little skin-diving. Instead of disappointing him, she insisted that he go without her. She assured him that she'd be fine by herself. As a matter of fact, she was looking forward to a nice rest for her still-shaky body.

Joyce was terribly sad as she watched Billy board the plane for Florida. She wanted to run after him, throw herself between his legs right then and there and beg him to stay. They had spent the previous night fucking, and Billy had been especially rough with her. She didn't know how the hell she was going to get through the week without her master.

Billy didn't like the idea of leaving his mother behind, but he sure wasn't going to miss out on a vacation that he had planned for. He didn't figure to get much of a shot at her wild cunt while they were down there anyway.

Billy spent the flight watching the wiggling asses of the sexy stewardesses as they made their way up and down the narrow aisles. Most of the stews weren't that great-looking, except for a tall blonde with a huge pair of tits. She wasn't wearing a bra under her thin blouse and he could see that she had tits even bigger than his mom's ripe melons.

Harry and Joan Williams were waiting for Billy when he got off the plane. He saw them standing by the information booth. They waved as he walked toward them.

Billy had never realized how much alike his mom and her sister looked. Joan was a few years older than Joyce, but those extra years looked good on her tanned face and lush body. She was wearing a pair of smooth, tight pants that showed off her pert ass and firm thighs. Only the three lowest buttons were closed on her thin, white blouse.

"How are you, Billy?" Harry said, racing ahead to take his nephew's suitcase. "It's great you could make it."

"It's good to see you, Uncle Harry," Billy said, having a hard time not staring at Aunt Joan's fat tits.

"I'm sorry your mom's not feeling well," Harry continued. "I hope it's nothing too serious."

"Naw," Billy replied, laughing to himself. "It's just that she's been awfully busy lately and kinda caught a bug."

A bug up her ass. Billy said to himself. But all thoughts of his mom slipped from Billy's mind as he grabbed a quick peek down his aunt's blouse. He was amazed at how firm her tits were, considering their size.

Billy had grown quite a bit in the neatly three years since the last time she had seen him. She liked his strong, athletic build. And Joan hadn't missed the flash of interest he had shown in her boobs.

Until that moment, Joan hadn't been looking forward to babysitting with her nephew for a week. She had planned to palm the teen off on Harry while she and Joyce did a little bar-hopping. But the idea of taking care of the handsome teenager was beginning to appeal to her.

"Welcome to sunny Florida," Joan said, wrapping her arms around Billy's broad shoulders and pressing herself against his hard chest. "How was your flight?" she asked, holding their embrace a little longer than necessary.

Billy could feel his aunt's big nipples through their thin clothing. The scent of her erotic perfume filled his nostrils. He was having a difficult time concealing the growing stiffness between his legs. Joan brushed a thigh across Billy's crotch as she turned from his arms.

"Let's get a move on," Harry cheerfully suggested. "I'm sure you'd like a chance to freshen up a bit," he continued, lifting Billy's bag and heading for the exit nearest the parking lot.

Joan made sure that she walked slightly ahead of her nephew. She wanted to show off her firm, rolling ass. She was careful about being too blatant. Harry was stupid, but he wasn't totally blind. She couldn't really throw herself at the teen.

Billy watched the saucy twitch of his aunt's ass out of the corner of one eye as he bullshitted with his uncle, Joan was turning him on but he was frightened by his thoughts. She had never appeared wild, despite her crazy body and the resemblance she bore to his horny mother.

Harry and Joan were the only rich relatives in the family and Billy was afraid of pissing them off by some wrong move. She wasn't doing anything except standing there beside him as her husband unlocked their Lincoln Continental.

Billy decided to stay very cool and keep out of trouble. His Uncle Harry was the kind of successful businessman that could lend a real helping hand later on.

Harry tossed the suitcase into the trunk and climbed behind the wheel. Joan slid in beside him.

Billy was going for the back door when his uncle stopped him.

"There's plenty of room up front," Harry said, "and you'll have a better view."

"This is your first time down here, isn't it?" Joan asked, turning toward Billy as he climbed in beside her.

"Yes it is," Billy politely replied.

"We really like it better here than in New York. We moved here about three years ago and everything's been really great," Joan continued, surprised at how nervous she was. "We'll give you the grand tour," she added, speaking over the sound of the car coming to life.

Joan's chattering was a sure sign that she was nervous and she hoped that Harry hadn't noticed. She was pretty sure that he hadn't, judging by the way he joined in the running commentary.

Joan rode facing her handsome nephew. When she lifted her arm to point something out, she knew she was pulling her blouse tighter against her braless tits. She caught the teen looking at her hard nipples once, but he quickly turned his gaze out the window. She was a little surprised at how shy her horny sister's son was turning out to be. But she had to admit that his innocence was a real turn on. She liked the idea of showing him the ropes. Her way!

Joan was resting her arm across the top of the seat. When her husband took a sudden, sharp turn, her hand dropped down onto Billy's left shoulder. She left it there for quite a while, pressing her fingertips against his warm skin ever so slightly.

Billy turned to look into his aunt's face, but he found her talking to Harry about something. The teen thought that Joan might be coming on to him, but he wasn't at all sure. She was being very polite, but seemed more interested in the sound of her own voice. The more he thought about it, the more unsure he was. It wasn't her fault that her tits were so big. When she had hugged him at the airport, it wasn't her fault that her hard nipples seared his chest.

Joan took her hand from Billy's shoulder as her husband pulled through the front gates of their estate. Her nephew was very impressed. He had heard stories about their place, but it was even bigger than he imagined. It was located in a remote, wooded area beside the ocean.

Harry nosed the car into a garage at the end of a long, twisting driveway. It wasn't until Billy climbed out of the car that he got his first view of their enormous house. It looked like Uncle Harry was worth even more than his nephew had thought.

The three of them had just about run out of things to say to each other as they strolled up the path to the front of the house. Billy was surprised when the door opened as they approached it. He was even more surprised when he looked inside.

Holding the door open was a tall, thrillingly built woman of about fifty-five. Her soft, brunet hair was streaked with gray and she was wearing a rather drab business suit. But even her bulky shirt and jacket couldn't hide the thrilling curves of her firm body.

"This is our housekeeper, Mrs. Miller," Harry said, introducing the teen to his servant.

"Mr. and Mrs. Williams have told me all about you," Judith Miller said, holding out her hand to Billy. "It's nice to meet you," she continued, her voice professionally controlled.

Up close, Billy wondered if Mrs. Miller was a year or two older than he had first thought. He was beginning to notice deep lines around her eyes and mouth. Her hand felt cool and smooth, but her skin was hard from years of too much sun.

"Hello, Mrs. Miller," Billy responded politely, looking into her face for some clue to her personality.

Billy couldn't see behind the woman's studied expression, but his eyes were already undressing her. Fucking one of the servants seemed like a great way to keep his mind off his aunt's sexy body. And if he got caught, he knew nobody would really give a shit.

"Let me show you the room we've prepared," Joan said, wrapping her arm loosely around Billy's waist and leading him down the marble-floored hall.

At the end of the hall was a large staircase. Joan led the way with Billy behind her and her husband behind him. The horny teenager took a moment to look into the expensively furnished living room before locking his eyes onto his aunt's wild ass as it danced a few inches in front of his face.

Billy was as impressed with his room as he was with the rest of the house. His aunt and uncle had gone to a lot of trouble to make things comfortable for him. A complete scuba outfit rested on a chair in a far corner of the large room.

"Your bathroom's right through that door," Joan said, pointing across the room. "I think you'll find everything you need in there."

"Let's give Billy a chance to catch his breath," Harry said, resting Billy's suitcase on a low table at the foot of the bed. "If there's anything else you need, just yell," he added, walking with his wife to the door.

"Thanks," Billy said, "thanks for everything." Joan flashed her nephew a quick smile as she closed the door behind her. The first thing Billy did was give his cock a good hard tug. He had been wanting to do that ever since he laid eyes on his aunt at the airport. He was just unbuttoning his pants when he heard a soft knock on the door. It was Joan.

"I'm sorry to bother you so soon," Joan said, stepping into Billy's room. "I left my purse over on the dresser by accident," she said, walking across the room to retrieve her bag.

Billy's flustered gaze suddenly focused on her thrusting tits. Joan had opened another button on her blouse since leaving with her husband. Billy was sure of it. As she passed in front of him, he could see her black nipples pressing against the inside of her shirt.

"Are you hungry, dear," Joan said, her voice soft and warm. "Can I get you something to eat?" Billy was staring at her fat tits when she asked her last question. He almost told her that he was hungry for her ripe melons, but he was able to hold himself back. Billy wasn't sure he could control himself that much longer though.

"No thank you, Aunt Joan," he replied, trying to ignore the tremors of lust between his legs.

"Okay then," Joan said, heading for the door. "Why don't you just come downstairs when you feel like it. Take your time," she continued, opening the door just enough for her to slip through. "See you later, honey."

Joan treated her nephew to a lot more than just a quick smile this time. Lingering by the door, she curled her lips up into a warm, inviting smile. She held the smile for a while, then puckered her sensual lips and blew him a soft kiss.

Billy stood looking at the door after Joan had closed it behind her. Things were getting complicated for the teenager. When he was alone with his aunt, she certainly acted a lot friendlier. He was sure that the extra button on her blouse had been popped for his benefit.

Billy wasn't very tired and just took a little time to unpack and wash up. He still wasn't sure how to handle Joan, but he had decided not to make the first move. He didn't want to make a mistake and was pretty sure that his aunt was enjoying her cock-teasing games. He thought it would be fun to play the part of an innocent teen being seduced by his dirty old aunt.

When Billy stepped into the vast living room, he saw his aunt and uncle watching the news while enjoying tall drinks. His mouth watered for a little booze but he decided to keep his drinking habits to himself.

"That didn't take long," Joan said, smiling warmly over the rim of her glass. "Come sit down," she told him, patting the seat beside her. "Why don't you fix Billy something?" Joan suggested to her husband.

"I guess you're old enough for a short one," Harry chuckled, wondering to himself whether or not it was a good idea to give the teenager hard drinks. "What would you like?" he asked, climbing to his feet and heading over toward the bar.

"Gee, I don't know," Billy lied. "Maybe a little Scotch with some water."

Joan turned her body toward Billy as he sat down. She fought back the urge to wrap her arm around his broad shoulders and run her fingers under his shirt. Her fingers tightened on the tall glass to keep from trembling.

With Harry busy at the bar fixing his nephew a drink, Joan had a chance to give Billy a nice, fingering smile. She was pleased when he returned her smile. Perhaps he was getting over his shyness, Joan thought to herself.

"You look all nice and refreshed," Joan said, reaching out and giving Billy's shoulder a quick squeeze while her husband wasn't looking.

All that evening, Harry and Billy talked about the things they were going to do together. The important businessman had always wanted a son, but his wife had not. He respected her wishes and never told her how much he wanted a boy.

Billy knew he was making a good impression on his uncle and was glad. He was showing a real interest in the teen's future. Almost as much interest as his wife was showing the well-hung teenager seated beside her on the sofa.

The following day was beautiful, and after giving his mother a call in the morning, Harry took his nephew out on his cabin cruiser. They romped like father and son, and Billy got his first lesson in scuba diving from his well-trained uncle.

Several times during that day and evening, Billy's thoughts turned to Joan. As he lay in the sun getting a tan, he filled his mind with images of her lush body. He could imagine his face pressed tight against her fat tits, his lips sucking at her throbbing nipples.

That Sunday night, his aunt and uncle had plans to play bridge. Billy was just as glad. It gave him a chance to relax after the strenuous day out on the water. The tired man turned in early that night and was fast asleep when his aunt and uncle came home.

Billy was still sleeping when his uncle left for work the following morning. When his eyes finally opened, it was after eleven o'clock. He smiled as he sat up, enjoying not hearing an alarm clock rattling his eardrums.

Slipping into the robe at the foot of his bed, he headed to his private bathroom and a nice hot shower. It looked like another glorious day, and he wanted to get in as much time at the beach as he could.

After his shower, Billy climbed into his tight swimming trunks and draped a loose-fitting shirt around his shoulders. He didn't bother with any shoes, and headed downstairs to dig up some food. The clean, shore air had given him quite an appetite.

As he padded down the carpeted stairs, the aroma of frying eggs and bacon grew stronger. When he entered the kitchen, he found Judith Miller setting an elaborate breakfast out for him on the large table in the center of the enormous room.

"Sit down, Billy," Judith said brightly, pointing the teen toward his chair. "And good morning," she added, smiling over her shoulder.

Billy's eyes flashed up and down the length of the fifty-five year old woman's body. He could see the firm swells of her asscheeks, even though she was wearing another loose-fitting, business like outfit. She wasn't wearing a jacket, but her apron was strapped over her thrusting tits, hiding them from view.

Billy was hungrier than he had thought. When Judith set a full plate down before him, he took his eyes off her and turned his attention to the food.

His uncle's housekeeper was an excellent cook and Billy was soon happily stuffed.

"Your aunt asked me to tell you that she was down at the beach, if you cared to join her," Judith said, clearing away the dirty dishes.

Judith was still hiding behind her professional facade, but Billy sensed something in her voice when she passed on his aunt's message. He had a feeling that she was wise to what was going on between him and her mistress. He tried to figure out whether she approved or disapproved.

"That sounds nice," Billy answered, staring straight at the swells of her tits as he spoke.

"I'll bring you a towel," Judith said, turning toward a linen closet beside the back door.

Billy watched the sway of the woman's hips as she brought the towel over to the table and placed it in front of him. He didn't hide the fact that he was trying to make out the outline of her fat tits against her clothing, but it still brought no response from the woman.

"There are things I must attend to," Judith said, slipping out of her apron and hanging it on a hook beside the sink.

Mrs. Miller's tits looked firm and thrusting, despite her age and their enormous size. But Billy's view was short lasting. In a few moments, the woman was out of the kitchen, the door swinging closed behind her.

Within a few steps of the side of the house, Billy was wiggling his toes in fine, pure white sand. The morning sun had warmed the dunes and felt good against his bare legs. Before going far, he slipped on a pair of dark glasses.

It took a little looking around, but Billy soon found his aunt, sitting off in a secluded spot near some huge rocks and trees. She was sitting in a beach chair, thumbing through a magazine. Beside her sat a portable bar, with a built-in radio.

Joan sat up and turned around when she heard Billy approaching from behind. She had a glass in one hand and a drunken smile spread across her face. Her eyes went wild when she saw just how well-built the teenager was. As he came closer, she imagined those muscular legs wrapped around her neck as she pumped her face in and out of his hot crotch.

Billy could hardly believe how his aunt looked. She was wearing the smallest string bikini he could imagine. Only the very tips of her swollen boobs were covered by tiny rectangles of fabric. Hardly more than a postage stamp covered her crotch. He could see the tight curls of her pubic hair swirling around the lower portion of her bathing suit.

"Welcome to the ocean," Joan said, making a sweeping gesture with her arm. "Come sit down," she continued, patting a chair that had been set up beside her.

A wide grin spread across Billy's face as he tossed his towel down onto the clean sand. The teen was glad his aunt was expecting him, gad she had brought a chair out for him. But most of all, he was glad she was sitting there in front of his eyes almost totally naked, showing off her thrilling body.

"Scotch and water, wasn't it?" Joan asked, leaning over the portable bar to fix her nephew and herself fresh drinks.

As Joan leaned to the side, she rolled her body onto her right hip. She knew she was treating the teen to a spectacular view of her naked ass. She could almost feel the heat of his stare delving deep into the crack of her ass.

"Scotch and water will be fine," Billy finally replied, the words sticking in his dry throat.

When Joan turned to give Billy his drink, her eyes flashed down between his legs. She was pleased to fine his cock rock-hard, pushing out the front of his suit. Her mouth watered as she guessed the size of the treasure imprisoned in his bathing trunks.

Joan and Billy didn't say much as they relaxed in the sun, enjoying their drinks. They grabbed quick peeks of each other's bodies. The hot sun made the booze they were drinking that much more potent. As soon as they were finished with their first round of drinks, Joan fixed them both another.

"Harry's very interested in you," Joan said, turning slightly toward the teen. "And he can do a lot for you," she continued, lifting her sunglasses so their eyes could meet. "I'm more than a little interested in you myself," she laughed, reaching out to caress his hard thigh. Joan's long, slender fingers felt exciting against Billy's bare skin. He could feel her sharp nails gently scratching him, and it sent shivers of lust racing up the teen's spine. His growing prick was beginning to ache as it was crushed against the material of his suit.

Joan's fingers grabbed the outline of Billy's cock and began massaging the throbbing lump of hot flesh. She thrilled to the sight of her nephew's handsome body going rigid beneath her touch.

Joan pulled her hand out of Billy's crotch as quickly as she had shoved it between his legs. She could hear the low moan in the teen's throat as she climbed to her feet.

"The sun's getting a little warm, dear," Joan said, her voice dripping with sex. "Let's go into the shade for a little while," she continued, standing directly in front of Billy's chair with her horny cunt pushed out toward him.

Joan didn't step out from in front of Billy when he stood up. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck just as she had at the airport two days before. Brushing the folds of his lightweight shirt out of the way, she snuggled her nearly bare tits against the teenager's hard chest.

But instead of kissing him on the cheek as she had done at the airport, Joan's mouth assaulted Billy's. She forced her tongue between his lips and teeth, deep into the moist heat of his mouth.

Billy pushed his hips forward, pressing his cock into the churning heat of his aunt's crotch. His hands reached around to the mounds of Joan's asscheeks as they kissed. He was thrilled at how smooth and cool her skin was. The feel of their bodies was another thing that Joan and her sister had in common, Billy realized.

Joan responded to Billy's hands on her ass and his dick pushing hard between her legs. She responded to the taste of his spit as she licked the inner walls of his mouth. She responded to the trembling in his strong body.

"Come on," she said, pulling out of their embrace and turning toward a cluster of trees off to the side.

Billy couldn't wait to get his aunt into those trees. He wanted her hot body right there and then, and saw no reason not to take it. Reaching out, his strong hand grabbed Joan's right asscheek and with one quick tug spun her entire body around. The bottom of her string bikini fell around her ankles.

Billy hadn't expected the look of wanton lust that filled Joan's face. He knew she was turned on, but didn't know the fire burning between her legs had grown so large. But he had noticed the growing between his own legs, and the tightness of his trunks. Pulling the material covering his crotch out of the way, Billy let his fat prick enjoy the warmth of the sun.

Joan thought she would faint as her eyes danced up and down the length of Billy's swollen cock. And the sight of his blood-filled cockhead shining in the bright sunlight was more than she could stand.

"Come here, lover!" she growled, dropping down onto her knees and wrapping her arms around his ass. "Let me give you a nice, big kiss," Joan moaned, pressing her lips to the side of her nephew's thick cock.

When she pulled her face out from between Billy's legs, Joan's lips were moist with her saliva. They were curled up into a wide, lewd smile when she looked up into his face.

Billy couldn't decide whose lips felt better on his cock, his aunt's or his mother's. He needed more of a sample of Joan's work, he thought to himself, reaching down and pulling his aunt's head back between his trembling legs.

Joan was thrilled at how quickly the teen had lost all his shyness. She responded to the urgings of his fingers on the back of her head. Opening her lips as wide as she could, Joan sucked the head of the teen's prick into the steaming heat of her mouth. In another instant, her tongue was working hard against the underside of his throbbing shaft.

Billy's hips jerked forward, ramming more and more of his cock into his aunt's face. He felt her struggling to accept his burning tool. She was doing one hell of a job, the teenager thought to himself as he reached over and tore off the top of Joan's bikini.

Joan's tits popped out with the firmness of a twenty-year-old's proud knockers. Her stiff nipples pressed against the front of Billy's thighs as she pushed herself deeper between the teen's powerful legs. Her fingers reached up to play with his balls. She could feel the cum boiling within them as she weighed each ball in her skilled fingers.

When she tasted the first drop of her nephew's sweet cum, Joan's mouth went wild. She rammed the head of his dick deep into her throat and began raping the shit out of his prick with her lips, tongue and teeth. He could hear the sounds of her sucking mouth over the howl of the wind. He could feel her fingers crawling into the crack of his ass. She soon found the tight ring of his asshole and began playing with it.

As her mouth tightened around the base of Billy's shaft, she rammed a sharp finger deep into the teen's shit chute. The heat of his bowels felt marvelous as she gently massaged the inner walls of his asshole. Joan could see that Billy was a lot more experienced than she had first thought, judging by the way he was wriggling his ass back against her delving finger.

"Come on, you bitch!" Billy screamed. "Suck My cock!"

Joan couldn't think of anything that she'd rather do. She pumped her mouth up and down Billy's prick as she felt his cum bloating his cock. The first drop of fluid she had tasted made her wildly hungry for a good swallow of steaming cock juice.

The jism burst from the tip of Billy's prickhead and splashed down the back of Joan's throat. Her mouth increased its slaving as each spurt filled her quivering belly.

Joan struggled to keep every drop of Billy's cum, but she wasn't able to swallow fast enough. A small stream of white cream rolled from the corner of her mouth.

When Joan had sucked the last drop of jism from his softening tool, she let Billy pull his cock from the tightness of her throat. His dick came out with a "pop", flopping against Joan's cum-stained cheek.

Even though Billy had just shot a full load down his aunt's throat, the sight of her fat tits turned him on. He couldn't wait to sink his teeth into her firm, ripe melons. He wanted to feel her hard nipples throbbing between his hungry lips.

Dropping down onto his knees, Billy buried his face into Joan's thrusting tits. Her fingers moved to the back of his neck and were massaging his tight muscles. She was almost panting as he sucked the tip of her right tit into his mouth.

"Mmmm good, baby, good," Joan moaned, thrusting her entire body up against the teen's lips.

Billy was more than amazed to see his dock hard as a steel shaft just minutes after a satisfying orgasm. But there was no mistake. His cock was throbbing for more action.

Billy wasn't the only one surprised by his staying-power. Joan could feel his hard shaft pressing against her soft skin, and she knew just what to do with it. Reaching between his legs, she began slowly jerking him off. She intended to bring his cock off in her hand and rub the hot cum into her tits. She attributed their firmness to her periodic cock juice bathes.

And if the cum from those old fuckers she picked up in bars was that good, she could imagine how good Billy's clean jism would be for her skin. She knew that to get another full load so soon, she would have to proceed slowly.

Billy didn't know what Joan was thinking, and couldn't have cared less. He had his own plan for his second load, and he intended to have his way. His aunt had wiggled her fat ass at him for the last three days. He was going to give her just what she had been asking for. A good ass-fuck!

"On your hands and knees, Aunt Joan," Billy said politely, urging her around as he lifted his face from her tits.

Joan looked down to see her thrusting book covered with the wetness of her nephew's spit. Her nipples looked well chewed. She could see Billy's teeth marks in her darkly tanned skin. She was thrilled at Billy's eagerness and decided to put off her cum bath until later.

Joan quickly got into position, pushing her ass straight into Billy's face. She groaned loudly as his fingers caressed the rounded perfection of her asscheeks. The tips of his fingers strayed into the deep crack of her ass. In another moment, he was playing with the tight ring of her asshole.

Pulling her cheeks apart, Billy pressed his face into the crack of his aunt's ass. His lips quickly found her puckered asshole and began sucking on it. He shoved his tongue into the hole once, then again and again. With a skill that surprised his aunt, Billy forced his tongue all the way up into her shit chute.

Joan had never been tongue-fucked up the ass before that moment. She could feel the cream in her cunt coming to a boil and overflowing her quivering pussy lips. Her clitoris was burning for the feel of the base of his cock grinding into it as he fucked the shit out of her cunt.

When Billy had filled his aunt's asshole with spit, he pulled his face out from between the twin mounds and stood straight up on his knees. Digging his hands into her firm hips, he snuggled his dick into the crack of her ass. The teen caught his breath as Joan reached behind and took hold of his tool. While her fingers danced up and down its thick length, she fit its swollen head to the tight ring of her asshole.

"Hold on, lover!" Joan screamed, throwing her entire body back against the hardness of Billy's burning cock.

On the very first try, Joan had captured nearly half of the teenager's hot meat. She had an experienced asshole, and it loved the freshness of her nephew's cock. She could feel his tender balls bouncing against her ass as he rammed forward to meet her.

Billy could actually feel muscles deep in his aunt's body sucking away at his cock as he pressed deeper and deeper into her shit box. His dick was scalded by the heat from her bowels. As he plowed Joan's asshole, Billy reached around to his aunt's tits. His strong fingers dug into her firm meat, enjoying the way her body bucked beneath his pumping prick.

"Shake that fuckin' ass of yours!" Billy screamed, his hips shooting forward to sink his shaft even deeper into her ass.

Joan was more than happy to comply with her stud's wishes. He had to hold on for dear life as she twisted and thrashed beneath him, driving his cock to the deepest recesses of her wanton body.

Billy rode his aunt's body like a bronco buster. His balls ached and he fought back the urge to shoot his load into her asshole that very minute.

"Oh baby! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Joan screamed, slamming two fingers up her own cunt.

Joan ground her palm into her throbbing clitoris as she fingered herself. The tips of her fingers could feel the pressure of Billy's cock thrusts against the thin walls of her twat. She massaged his mighty tool through her cunt.

Billy couldn't hold back his surging orgasm forever. When he felt his aunt climaxing beneath him, the teen let loose a hot flood of cum into Joan's asshole. He could feel his own cock soaking in the thickness of his creaming jism.

Before returning to the house that afternoon, Joan had taken a cuntful and another mouthful of Billy's cum. She couldn't have been more impressed with his performance. She intended to encourage her husband's generous behavior.

And she had a chance to be impressed again and again during the following week. Every time Harry wasn't looking, Joan found a way to take another of Billy's loads into her horny body. It had been a long time since she had been so well fucked, and she made up her mind to enjoy every second of it.