William Taylor - Three hot mothers

The demoralized mother felt incredibly hot and lewd as her teenage son closely examined her flushed sex-flesh. Her clit was inflamed, throbbing at the top of her open cunt.

Billy forced himself away from the spectacular sight and walked around her again. "Now your ass, Mom?" he asked.

Ingrid hadn't expected a further examination, but supposed that he wanted to be sure that women weren't different there, too. Shamefully thrusting out her fleshy ass, she pulled the round cheeks away from each other.

"Can-can I touch it, Mom?" Billy whispered and, without waiting for her to reply, stroked her damp bung with the ball of his finger. It was hot and slick, and he saw it visibly clench as his mother moaned and pulled away.

"You-you mustn't ever do that again," Ingrid stuttered, her asshole still tingling. She turned to face him, her enormous tits swinging heavily from side to side.

Billy looked at them and asked her to lift them so he could sea under them. Ingrid was greatly embarrassed but, after going as far as she already had, she couldn't easily refuse his request. She cupped and raised the heavy tits, and caught herself peering between them at the bulge in her son's pants.

Flustered, she dropped them and groaned. Billy appeared to ignore her actions and asked her to spread her legs again, because there was a funny thing he wanted to ask about. Ingrid knew she shouldn't go on, but discovered to her shame that exhibiting her body in such a lewd manner excited her. Oh, God! she wondered, am I a latent exhibitionist?

Feeling extremely wicked, Ingrid once more spread her shaven, reddened pussy, discovering that such gross exposure only inches from her son's eyes really did erotically stimulate her.

"What did you want to ask?" she questioned weakly.

"What's this thing, Mom?" And he took her jutting clit between his thumb and finger and tweaked it.

"Nnnghh! Wawwww!" Ingrid shrieked, her arms flailing aimlessly and her legs stumbling backwards.

"Unhhhhh, nuhhhhh…" Billy held on, staying with her, his fingers still gripping the raw, sensitive nubbin as she writhed in painful ecstasy. Hot juices poured from her cunt, soaking her hairless lips and the insides of her full white thighs. She bucked and thrashed and finally sat down quickly.

"Uhh! Ohh, No-o-o-o-o!" She wailed as wave after wave of pleasure mingled with pain throbbed through her tormented clit.

Her teenaged son watched, fascinated, as her cunt clutched and relaxed below his gripping fingers, puckering and bubbling wetly as his mother spasms.

Ingrid's mind had blanked out when Billy took hold of her engorged, beet-red clit and squeezed it. She yowled and whimpered when, in trying to escape the blissful torment, she caused it to be tugged. A growing heat in the pit of her stomach convoyed to her sensation-swamped mind that she was about to cum. An orgasm, after all this time alone, and brought on by her own son's fingers. And then she felt something invading her unused, dripping hole. Omigod, a finger! And another! Oh, God, she had at least three fingers jammed in her cunt, stroking juicily in and out while her beating clit was plucked and squeezed.

Hugely excited, Billy watched his fingers sink into his mother's hot, squishy cunt hole. The pink lips seemed to suck at his knuckles on the outstroke, and he felt the stiff clit pulsing and throbbing. The way his mother was bucking and grunting, he knew she was cumming!

Ingrid went out of control as her son pumped her pussy faster and faster, sometimes hurting her with his lack of finesse, and simultaneously strummed her aching clit. She gasped and moaned hysterically, her huge, hanging tits rolling all over her sweaty chest.

Her eyes fluttered, focusing just before her exuberant contractions hit. Billy was kneeling between her wide-spread legs, both hands working on her pink, puckering pussy. His eyes were downcast, boring into her steaming, juicing cunt.

And then her soft, quivering thighs were clenching tightly around his hands and arms and she arched her back, thrashing so wildly that her big tits slapped noisily against her chest and each other.

"Ohhhh! Cumming! Aghhh, Goddd!"

As her sexual frenzy passed she slid to the floor, completely drained for the first time in years. She didn't see her son hastily drop his pants, and she hardly felt him part her shapely legs. But she started to wake up when she felt his weight atop her, flattening her tits. And then something hot and fat began probing the sloppy hole between her thighs.

"No, Billy! Nooo!" She moaned loudly, responding, lifting her knees and helping him slide into her. "No, please…"

And then he was churning her slippery cunt with his stiff cock with youthful glee, and she heard him groaning and grunting as he heaved above her, pinning her to the tile floor time after time. Ingrid groaned, stiffening, but as he punched his taut prick into her wet folds she creamed and her ass began to quiver and then she was circling and lifting it under him. His fat balls smacked loudly in the deep crack, tormenting her asshole.

"I'm fuckin' you, Mom!" Billy cried, "I'm really fuckin' you!" And he dropped his flushed face into the wide, sweaty valley of her rippling, bouncing, heavy tits, rolling it from side to side, smothering himself in their pillowy softness.

Billy felt his mother's legs raise and wrap around him as he drove his fat prick deep, plunging it into her sucking cunt. "You like it!" He cried. "You like it!"

"Ahhhh, yes, Billy! Yes!" Ingrid screamed, digging her fingers into her son's ass, her face distorted by the ecstasy sweeping over her for the second time that day. She felt her slick folds clutch around her son's fat cock as he thrust and withdrew, smacking wetly. Then she came and, in her excitement, released a series of small farts.

Billy was quick to follow her. His steaming cum spewed out explosively, the overflow of thick white jism squirting from her cunthole and dripping down her ass. Billy dropped one hand, but kept pumping. That hand dug into her ass, two fingers working at the tight ring of her slick hole.

"Ughh!" Ingrid grunted loudly as Billy jammed the fingers quickly and painfully into her virgin shitter. Her soft ass flailed as the ache in her rear hole merged with her orgasm.

"Oh, Mom!" Billy groaned, collapsing on her. Ingrid wrapped her arms around him and tightened her thighs, rocking with bliss. The incestuous couple remained that way for a quarter of an hour, while Billy stroked and fondled his mother.

Later, when she'd regained her composure, the guilt returned, and Ingrid's horror of incest made her fight off Billy's advances. Then she chased the unhappy boy out of the house and began drinking. A few hours later an almost incoherent Ingrid phoned Peggy and asked her to come over.

When the doorbell rang she answered it quickly. She was in tears and it didn't take long for Peggy to get the blonde woman to confess everything. She didn't miss the glass and bottle on the coffee table.

Since Tommy had re-awakened her sexually, Peggy's body was constantly in heat. Even before she'd arrived, a sticky film had oozed out and smeared the tops of her inner thighs. Peggy hadn't had a lesbian experience since her early college days, but when she saw Ingrid's heavy tits bouncing loosely in her old bra, her mouth watered.

Suddenly, girl-girl sex was high on her list of things to do. She moved nearer to the crying woman, feeling Ingrid's heat and softness, and put an arm around her shoulders.

"You need another drink," she said, and poured a stiff one. She watched Ingrid gulp it quickly and realized that her friend wasn't used to liquor. She refilled the glass.

"Come on," she said, dropping her free hand to the sobbing woman's full, hot thigh. "You couldn't help yourself," she soothed. "It's not your fault. Listen, incest is a lot more common than you think. Tommy's been fucking me, too."