Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

Betty felt her lover's finger suddenly torn from the steaming chamber of her asshole. The walls of the chamber were still bruised from Jack's last buggering session and the little tramp was hoping that she would be able to take the punishment. At least she knew it wouldn't be necessary for her to hide the pain that she felt. Her boss loved the agony that twisted her beautiful features when he abused her.

"Hang on, bitch," Jack warned.

Janet would have been jealous of her husband's secretary had she known Jack's prick was fucking the whore's asshole. But she didn't know. She had no idea that Betty was sprawled out across her husband's desk, her round, firm ass waving in the air.

As a matter of fact, the only thing on Janet's mind was the unexpected chance to have some horny, fun that evening. It also seemed like a perfect time to introduce her son's fat cock to Barbara Foster's sopping pussy. She promised her best friend to turn Billy over for a little fun. In view of Babs' wonderful cunt-sucking, it was the very least that the grateful woman could do.

Janet couldn't wait to call Barbara. As soon as her husband got off the line, she was dialing her best friend's number. Three rings went by before the call was answered.

"Nice to hear that sweet, sexy voice of yours, baby," Babs told her friend, after their quick hellos. "What's up?"

"I just thought you might want to drop by later," Janet answered, "since Jack's got some piece of ass to stuff tonight and won't be around. To get in the way, I mean," she added, laughing huskily, her lips brushing against the mouthpiece.

"Hmmm," Barbara moaned contentedly, sounds like fun. "Where's that hot-cocked stud son of yaws going to be?"

"What a silly question," Janet laughed lewdly. "He's gonna be right there, between your legs, baby. Sucking the shit out of your drooling cunt, you little bitch!"

"What time do you want me there, tramp?" Barbara asked eagerly, unable to hide the lust building in her voice.

"Cum for dinner," Janet said, laughing at her pun. "I'll fix the three of us a nice meal. Drop by at about six, sugar."

Janet was glad that she had finished all her housework earlier that day. It gave her a chance to concentrate on the wild evening that lay ahead. She had to choose an outfit that would really make her son's dick stand on end, while at the same time puckering Barbara's thick-lipped twat.

It was already two-thirty. Billy would be home in another thirty minutes. Janet used that time to pull a juicy roast beef out of the freezer. She knew that was her son's favorite. With some mashed potatoes and another vegetable or two dinner would be a snap. It would also be substantial enough to give them the strength to fuck their brains out.

Barbara Foster couldn't stop thinking about Billy's fat cock since Janet had called. She was turned on by the thought of his blunt-tipped tool slamming its way deep into her quivering belly or puckered asshole.

Now all those perverted dreams that had been filling her mind were going to come true. She was grateful for Janet's generosity, and was sure that she would have ample, chance to return the favor.

Barbara knew that she had plenty of time to get ready, but decided to pick out her clothes right away. She was still naked from an afternoon shower, and enjoyed prancing happily from one room to the next. Her fat tits bounced with each step.

Standing in front of her open clothes closet, Barbara's eyes roamed over her vast selection of sexy outfits. Picking out the wildest wasn't going to be that easy a task. She pulled a few hangers out, looked them over and pushed them back. Babs was looking for that special garment. The one that would best show off her full, thrusting boobs, tight waist and firm ass. She wasn't intending to cover up her long, shapely legs either.

Barbara looked and looked, but still couldn't figure out what to wear. Of course, high heels were a must, and she got bet tallest, sexiest pair of black pumps. She knew that they would show off the firmness of her long legs. She also thought how nice it would be to wrap them around Billy's strong neck and drive them into his back as he sucked the juices out of her cunt.

The image of her naked body hanging around the teenager's athletic frame helped Barbara decide how to dress for her very special dinner engagement. The young bitch was going to wear dark stockings, high heels and a great big smile. Nothing else!

Barbara was going to wear her fur coat, even though it was a little too warm for the heavy garment. She wanted the unveiling of her lush body to be something really exciting. And she knew how good the fur would feel against her smooth, warm skin. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea of being naked under the fur. She even thought about getting Billy and his mother to fuck the shit out of her on that soft, fluffy coat. She was sure it would tickle her cunt and asshole.

Barbara decided to relax in a nice hot bath, soaking her luscious body in scented oils and perfumes. A thick cloud of steam rose from the tub, fogging the windows and mirrors in the plush bathroom.

Barbara was very careful getting into her bath, careful not to burn her round, firm ass. The hot water felt marvelous against the swollen lips of her pussy. The tub was so hot, she had to hold her breath and not move for a long time, letting herself get used to the steaming temperature.

But once she got used to the heat, Barbara was relaxed and soothed into a dreamy trance. Her eyes drifted closed as the scented water swirled around her, flaring her nostrils with sweet smells.

Barbara rested against the back of the tub, letting her legs drift apart. She reached down between her thighs letting her fingertips touch her quivering cunt lips ever so gently. She felt a wonderful tingle of excitement shooting through her body as her experienced touch sought out the throbbing nub of her erect clitoris.

Grabbing the soap from the dish on the edge of the tub, Babs foamed up her hands and brought them back down into her waiting crotch. With a lewd grin, she started to work away at her clit in earnest.

Barbara was gentle with herself at first, then increased her efforts. Before long, her fingers were pumping wildly. She dug her palm against her throbbing clit at the same time, doubling her pleasures.

With her eyes closed, Barbara thought about Billy Taylor's hard, young body. From his mother's description, she was sure she was going to have one hell of a time taking the full force of his tool up her ass and cunt. She knew that her jaws would ache before the night was over.

Barbara rolled over onto one side, leaving the way clear for her finger to explore, the hidden recess of her ass crack. She caught her breath at the first touch of her sharp nail playing with the tight ring of her anus. Her finger slipped into the steaming canal easily. The way had been plowed through by more than just a few cocks and dildos.

Barbara was glad that she had plenty of time to spend with her body. She wanted to finger-fuck herself into a delightful orgasm.

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Barbara screamed, her words echoing off the misted tile walls.

Barbara thrashed first one way and then the other, kicking the shower curtain out from inside the tub and wetting the bathroom floor. Her right hand was pumping in and out of her hard-muscled cunt while her left hand tore away at the tight ring of her stretched-out anus.

When Barbara climaxed, a loud moan spilled over her lips and filled the small room. She could actually feel her pussy and shit box gripping her fingers, sucking the hell out of them as if they were cum-filled cocks ready to tear her body apart.

Barbara just lay back quietly as she enjoyed the last echoes of her wonderful climax. The feel of hot water on her orgasming cunt was really out of this world. Finger-fucking herself underwater was a thrilling sensation that Babs savored, like a hungry mouth lapping away at her most sensitive, exciting places.