William Taylor - Three hot mothers

"I don't want to hear any more about it!" was Ingrid's final word on the subject.

Billy's mother was the blonde, robust daughter of Scandinavian immigrants. They'd imparted their belief that sex was normal and healthy to her early in life, but she felt Billy was just too young.

Two years before her divorce, Ingrid had stopped sleeping with her husband. It hadn't been easy, for hers was a body created for love, and she had grown used to having her bulging, smooth shaven pussy stuffed full of throbbing cock every night. So sex was never far from her thoughts. Eight years was, after all, a long time.

She didn't know it, but Billy was about to add fuel to the fires already burning in the depths of her cunt. Her son's plan called for peeking at her, and being obvious about it.

Right after breakfast Ingrid went to her bedroom to change before going shopping. Billy was at the keyhole, watching as she walked out of sight, threw her robe on the bed, and in a few minutes reappeared. She was wriggling, doing something he couldn't understand with her girdle. But he wasn't interested in her problems.

Standing before her full-length mirror, Ingrid turned this way and that, admiring her slender, full-titted and round-assed figure. The sight of her massive tits with their swollen brown areolas and hard nipples never failed to excite her. Her cunt, which she shaved out of habit and for comfort, was barely visible between her full upper thighs, and not at all to her peeping son.

Billy continued to watch, his cock hard and trapped by his pants so that the knob pointed at the floor. Gathering his nerve, he stood up and pushed her door open.

"Qops! Sorry, Mom," he said. "I didn't know you were undressing."

Without thinking, Ingrid turned. Her heavy tits swung almost painfully with the quick movement, slapping against each other and her arms.

Billy's face burned as he slowly and quite obviously ran his eyes from his mother's fat tits to the bareness between her thighs. He made no move to leave.

Stunned into speechlessness, Ingrid automatically covered her tits and cunt with her arms. The bare spot between her legs disappeared, but there was no way her arms could hide both her big tits. The shocked woman knew her face was red. In fact, her whole body felt hot. He'd seen her naked, examining herself in the mirror!

"Get out of here, Billy!" she croaked, her shock deepening as she saw the gigantic lump in her young son's pants. Oh, God, what should she do? Her own son had gotten hard looking at her!

"Oh. OK, Mom," Billy said, slowly walking backwards, and just as slowly closing the door, drawing out his view of his mother's spectacular body.

Ingrid immediately ran and pushed the bolt closed. She sat on the edge of the bed and tried to consider the situation calmly and rationally. I should be angry, she mused, leaning back and parting her legs. She felt the smooth surfaces of her cunt peeling apart in spots, clinging stickily in others. Juice was seeping between her bloating inner lips, and she could smell it. She ran the back of her hand across her forehead. She was sweating! Standing up again, she began to pace, her naked tits flopping heavily, and the bare cheeks of her plump ass quivering. She felt terribly confused. Peeking at his own mother! She knew she should yell at Billy, kick up a fuss, punish him somehow, but she just didn't have the heart to do it. He was so handsome, so much like his father in all the right ways, that she found his voyeurism embarrassed her rather than angered her.

And that lump in his pants! Had he inherited his father's big dick? God! How could she wonder about such a thing? What if he had, it certainly wouldn't do her any good.

She was in such a horny state that she pulled off the girdle and climbed up on the bed, straddling one long, fat, knobbed bedpost. Fingering open her smooth slit, she squatted and felt the cold, smooth wood part her pouting, dripping inner lips.

"Ahhhh!" she sighed, bending her knees and swabbing the big rounded post around, smearing it with her hot, fragrant juices. Then she centered it and dropped a few inches. The immovable object would never replace a fat, hot cock, but it was all she had. She closed her eyes and imagined Billy's eyes on her flopping boobs, and how the lump in his pants had looked.

"Uhhh! Uhhh!" She began pumping up and down and swinging her hips as much as the post would allow, fucking herself as wildly as she was sure Billy would if he had the chance.

Her tits slapped noisily on her chest, then smacked her arms, as she jerked and rocked lustily. She could bear her hungry cunt sucking and slurping over the carved dildo, and was tempted to just lift her feet into the air and take all of it into her, no matter how much it hurt.

Then she stood on tiptoe and wriggled the knob around in her cunt. She was about ready. Cupping one heavy tit, she lifted the straining red tip to her lips and sucked on it while her other hand plucked at her clit.

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Panting, climbing and dropping, she surged towards her orgasm. Her free tit jumped and shook as her quivering ass clenched, making her cry out loudly. Her seething cunt was collapsing over the hard wood, milking it tightly.

"Aghhhh! Ughh!" She was there! She spasmed again and again over the bedpost while visions of Billy's cock flitted through her whirling mind.

While all this was going on, Billy was on the phone to Tommy, describing the morning's events.

"Yeah, I got a good look right after breakfast, and guess what?"

"What?"

"She's got no hair on her cunt!"

"No shit! You mean she shaves it?"

"Guess so, it's as bald as an egg. I couldn't see too much, but it sure looks funny…"

"Man, that's weird. I wonder what my old lady'd look like with a shaved pussy. I'd like to see that."

"Yeah, who wouldn't? And I'd like to see Dave's Mom, too!"

"Yeah, can you imagine her bendin' over in front of you and spreading her big ass? Think how those tits'd hang!"

After a few more remarks on the same subject, Billy hung up. He was anxious to get back to work arousing his mother. Shit, if Dave and Tommy could fuck their old ladies, he sure as hell could!

In the days that followed Billy's request for that dirty magazine, Ingrid found herself increasingly nervous and worried. The situation was becoming impossible. Her son was continually walking in on her when she was undressing, or sneaking into her bedroom early in the morning to stare at her big breasts through her nighty before awakening her.

The itch in her cunt was intolerable, for Billy was making her aware of herself as a desirable woman again. She'd been so busy taking care of Billy after the divorce that, except for the Single Parent Society, she had no social life. But, since she'd joined a year ago, she'd met some new friends who often had experienced problems similar to hers. Up to the present, that is.

But she couldn't bring herself to tell a roomful of people that her son was interested in women's bodies. And not just any women, it seemed, but his own mother's. Yes, he'd made her aware that she excited him, and that she was really the only one he was interested in. How do you tell others your son is a voyeur? Maybe she should have a talk with Peggy Barton, or even with Val. Vat wasn't a member, but she had a son.

Those were the thoughts running through the horny woman's mind as she left her room and suddenly halted, startled by the low groans cowing from Billy's bedroom. Then she heard the rhythmic creaking of his bedsprings.

His door was partly open, so she looked inside. Oh, God Ingrid recoiled in confusion. Her teenaged son was lying on the covers, stark naked, his legs parted to expose a pair of fat, round, nearly hairless balls drawn up against the base of his upstanding prick. And that thick tool was half-hidden by his tight fist. Her boy was jerking off!