Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

Billy came home from school ready to plow his mother's cunt with his rock-hard dick. He had spent the entire day thinking about Janet's fat, succulent tits, hard ass and juicy cunt. Even Miss Brewster, his favorite teacher, couldn't take the boy's mind off the obscene images of his mother that danced in his teenage mind.

Janet was still fixing dinner when her son got home. He found her in the kitchen, bending in front of the refrigerator. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and nothing else. Her nipples were nice and hard from the kiss of cold air caressing her naked, thrusting boobs.

Moving very quietly, Billy came up behind his mother. One hand reached around and covered her eyes, the other grabbed her fat tits. He thrust his hips forwards, grinding his swollen cock against the fullness of Janet's ass.

"Guess who?" Billy teased, digging his fingers into the full thrusts of her naked breasts.

"Hello, darling," Janet said, turning towards her son and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Give your mother a nice kiss, you big-pricked bastard."

There was nothing that Billy would rather do than feel Janet's big tits crushing into his chest. He loved the erotic scent of her creamy skin and soft, perfumed hair.

As they kissed, Billy's hands reached around to the firm swells of his mother's ass. He felt her up through the tight material of her jeans, letting his fingers run up and down the length of her asscrack.

Janet pressed her long tongue into the steaming moisture of her son's hungry mouth. She thrilled to the feel of Billy's sharp teeth digging into the sensitive flesh as she licked the inner walls of his mouth.

Billy could feel his mother's crotch pushing up against the hard lump of flesh between his legs. He could almost feel the quivering of her hungry pussy through the thickness of their clothes. His mother's nipples burned through the summer-weight shirt that the horny teenager was wearing.

"Welcome home, darling," Janet said, pulling herself out of Billy's strong grasp.

"Nice to be home, Mom," Billy replied, reaching out to fondle one of his old lady's fat tits.

"I'm planning a little dinner for us tonight. I hope you don't mind that I invited my friend Barbara. Your father won't be borne until late tonight," Janet told her son, leaning her tits harder against the teenager's skilled hands.

"You mean that bitch with the big, fat boobs, round ass and long legs?" Billy asked, his cock getting harder thinking about his mother's girlfriend.

"Wait till I tell Barbara that you've been grabbing peeks at her wild body. She'll be thrilled," Janet gushed.

"When is that tramp swinging her sexy ass over here?" Billy asked, dropping one hand down into her crotch and grabbing her trembling twat.

"Not until six, baby," Janet answered, grabbing a quick feel of her son's hard cock. "But I'm gonna need a little time to get things together. I thought you'd like some roast beef tonight, baby," she added.

"There are things I'd rather eat than roast beef," Billy snickered, giving Janet's cunt and tits a final squeeze before letting her wiggle out of reach.

"I know what you'd rather eat," Janet teased, pushing her cunt out towards her son as she stood before him, stripped to the waist. "I really do have to get things going, though. Why don't you relax in the living room and watch a little television?" she asked.

Janet wanted to knock her son down onto the floor, tear open his pants and yank his cock out so she could get her hungry mouth around the thick shaft. But Janet didn't want to wear her son down before Barbara had a chance to try him out. She thought that she owed it to her friend to let her have a taste of her son at full strength.

Billy had to admit that he was a little tired from school, and didn't mind being put off for a while. He too was looking forward to dinner, and the chance to ram his dick into Janet's great-looking friend. That was something to hold his load for, he thought to himself, heading to the living room.

Janet rushed to finish her preparations for dinner. As she cut fresh vegetables for the salad, she could smell the strong, pungent aroma of pot drifting in from the living room. She was glad that her son was enjoying himself. She decided to get a smoke before getting dressed for the evening's fun and games.

With everything taken care of Janet put the prepared roast into the refrigerator. It was still a little early to put the dish in the oven. Rinsing her hands quickly, she headed out to her, son, and a little of that high-powered smoke. "How about letting your old lady have a hit?" Janet asked, standing framed in the doorway, her hands fisted on her hips and her naked tits thrusting out towards the horny teenager seated before the blaring television.

"Sure, Mom," Billy replied, rubbing the bulge between his legs. "Come and get it," he added lewdly.

Janet crossed the room, rolling her hips hungrily with each step that she took. The smooth rolling of her hips and ass drew Billy's attention to his mother's crotch. Even halfway across the room, he could see a damp spot soaking through the crotch piece of her jeans.

Billy sat rubbing his cock as be looked up at his mother. Her throbbing nipples were now only a few inches away from his trembling lips. Janet grinned as she watched her son struggling with the zipper on the front of his slacks. His swelling cock pulled the material so taut, it was difficult for him to undo his pants.

Billy held the half-smoked joint up to his mother's lips, and he was pleased at how greedily she took it from him. He watched her suck a great lungful of pot smoke deep into her chest, thrusting her tits out even further.

Janet always felt more horny after smoking pass, and this occasion was no exception. Even before she realized what she was doing, her fingertips found their way back to her throbbing nipples. She wiled the hard nubs of flesh on the sharp edges of her fingernails, shivering intensely from the shocks that surged through her magnificent figure.

"Come here, bitch," Billy softly ordered, hooking a hand in the waistband of his mother's jeans. "Let me take care of those fat tits of yours," he told her.

Janet forgot all about saving her son for Barbara. After all, she thought to herself, charity begins at home. With those words fresh in her mind, she bent forward, letting her huge breasts hang down inches in front of his eyes.

"Hmmm…" Billy moaned, trapping his mother's right nipple between his lips.

The teenager's hands dug into his mother's boobs. He was stuffing more and more of her heavy tit into his mouth as he sucked away at her nipple.

Janet immediately fell victim to her son's wonderful sucking. For an instant, the image of Billy as an infant, sucking the milk from her breasts flashed through her mind. She decided that she liked her son at his present age. She liked him old enough to know what to do with the stiff tool between his strong, muscular thighs.

With the wet sounds of Billy's slurping mouth filling the room, Janet dropped a hand to the back of his neck. As he slaved away, she massaged the tense muscles at the base of his neck and the top of his shoulders. Janet saw how much her son's powerful body resembled his father's. With her eyes closed it was almost like running her hands over Jack's body, except better!

"Suck me, baby," Janet whispered. "Slurp the milk out of those fat tits, motherfucker, just like you did when you were a baby," she told him, crushing her enormous boobs against his hardworking face.

Billy couldn't remember chomping on his mother's tits when he was a baby, but he knew that talking about it turned Janet on. And turning his mother on meant that much more fun fucking and eating each other's horny bodies.

Janet could feel her son's teeth brutalizing her breasts, and she loved every moment of pain and pleasure. Billy's mouth moved back and forth between her nipples at first, then remained fixed on the burning tip of his mother's right tit.