Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

Billy sucked harder and harder, urged on by the gentle insistence of Janet's fingers massaging the base of his neck.

With his free hand, Billy attacked the waistband of his mother's tight jeans. It didn't take long before his skilled fingers had the garment bunched around the lower portion of her hips. He was glad Janet hadn't bothered with panties. He just rammed two strong fingers up her pussy, laughing out loud when he saw how wet her drooling twat was.

"Yes, baby," Janet hissed. "Yes… yes YES!"

Janet threw the entire weight of her body against her son's probing hand. She ground her throbbing hot clitoris into the boy's palm, knowing full well how wet and sticky she was making her horny little stud.

But Billy's attentions were starting to make Janet's right tit throb with more pain then she could handle. Her hands gently guided Billy's hungry mouth to her left breast.

"Here you go, baby," she cooed, stroking the back of his neck once again.

Barbara Foster spent the better part of the afternoon getting herself smashed on booze and pills. She wanted to be in just the right condition for dinner. At five o'clock, she stood staring at the mirror on her bedroom door. She was pleased with what she saw.

Barbara knew that her decision about what to wear was right. Dark stockings, high heels and a big smile. Her hairy cunt looked delicious, naked and wet with lust. Her nipples were so hard, they stood away from her thrusting boobs by a good three-quarters of an inch.

The stockings Babs wore were special. They stayed up in place without the need for any kind of garter belt or snaps. A strip of elastic built into the top of each leg piece held the dark nylon taut against her firm, smooth thighs.

Babs' high heels showed off her legs beautifully, and added a good four inches to her majestic figure. But she was pretty smashed, and those shoes made it difficult for her to stand up. Rolling her ass like a streetwalker, she crossed the room to her make-up table beside the bed.

Barbara allowed just enough time to fix her make-up and take care of her hair. Actually, she hardly brushed her hair more than once or twice, liking it to look like she just fucked an entire football team, including the cheerleaders.

With a half-empty glass dangling between her fingers, Barbara went back to the closet to get her fur coat. The satin lining was cool and wonderful against her hot skin as she slipped into the garment. With the sun down, it would probably be just the right weight for the cool evening. Considering she was naked underneath!

Grabbing her purse, she was quickly on the street, locking everything up behind her. Traffic was still a little busy from the rush hour, and it took her a while to catch a cab. Once inside the taxi, it was obvious that the trip would be a long, slow one.

Barbara stared out the window as the car crept through traffic. Then she noticed that the driver, an old, dried-out bastard, was stealing looks at her in his rear-view, mirror. The tramp was still pretty smashed, and decided to have a little fun to pass the time.

Undoing the front of her coat, Babs was careful to keep it snugly wrapped around her body when she leaned forward to the window in the cab's partition.

"Do you have a match?" she asked, letting her sensuous lips curl around each word.

Barbara could see how nervous the stupid old man got. She knew she was near enough for him to smell her sexy perfume. Looking down over his shoulder, she could see that his cock was as hard as a rock, poking up the front of his pants like a circus tent.

"Sure, sure," he said, searching around for a book of matches.

When the cabbie found the matches, he turned around to pass them back to his passenger. His mouth dropped open and his eyes bugged out when he got a look at Barbara.

With a lewd grin, Babs let the front of her coat hang open. The thrust of her fat tits parted the fur, showing off her naked body. She was sorry he couldn't get a good look at her cunt from where he was sitting.

Barbara took the matches from him as if nothing was the slightest bit unusual. She settled back in the seat, carefully arranging her coat so that the entire front of her body was on display for the fucked-out old bastard driving the cab. The slut even kept her legs open nice and wide so that he could see her wet pussy shining in the shadows.

"It's a little cool tonight, don't you think?" Barbara asked, lighting her cigarette and trying hard to keep a straight face as she struck up a conversation with the filthy old creep.

"I guess you'd know about that," he replied, not bothering to hide the way he was staring at her body.

"Oh, here," Barbara suddenly said, leaning forward. "Let me give you back your matches."

The taxi driver looked like he was ready to sink his yellow teeth into Babs' firm tits as she showed herself off to him. Once again, the neatness of her body filled his nostrils with the erotic scent of perfume and lust blended together.

Barbara laughed out loud when the car behind them started blowing its horn. Her cabbie was a lot more interested in the show she was putting on for him then he was in the traffic. It had been a long time since his cock had gotten as big as it was at that very moment.

"Is anything wrong?" Barbara asked, pitching her voice low and sexy to start the cum boiling in the old cabbie's hairy balls.

The driver didn't answer. With one eye on the traffic ahead and the other focused on the rear-view mirror, he lurched the taxi forward, almost slamming it into a car that had suddenly cut in front of them.

Barbara laughed at the sounds of squealing brakes that filled the air. She knew that she was the cause of all the emotion, and loved every moment of it. The smoke front her cigarette drifted lazily from her nostrils.

But the joke was beginning to wear a little thin for Barbara. Grasping the edges of her coat, she pulled the fur tight against her naked body. She felt her nipples responding to the cool satin lining as she bid the lush fullness of her tits from the old bastard's view.

The rest of the trip went uneventfully. The cabbie couldn't figure out whether or not he actually saw what he thought he saw, or if the entire thing was a result of too much cheap booze. His eyes searched the rear-view mirror again and again, but the quiet woman in the back seat gave him no clue.

The whole incident had nearly slipped from Barbara's mind by the time the cab pulled up in front of Janet's apartment building. The crazy look on the driver's face when she handed him the fare reminded her of the game she had played only minutes before. Dirty sounding laughter spilled from her lips as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Barbara didn't have to look over her shoulder to know the cabbie's eyes were focused on her ass. Walking into the building's lobby, she made an extra effort to wiggle her bottom for the old bastard.

Barbara stood in front of the overweight doorman, waiting as he phoned up to Janet's apartment. His eyes remained discreetly off her body, and she toyed with the idea of giving him a little flash of her naked ass. She decided against it, not wanting to give Janet a reputation for having perverted minds.

"Mrs. Taylor is expecting you. Go right ahead," the doorman said, his eyes on her swaying hips as she sauntered past him.

Janet had two hours to relax before dinner. Billy said he had some things to do downtown. His mother was glad for a chance to catch her breath before the evening's fun and games began.

In those two hours, she put dinner on the stove, timing things with the accuracy, despite all the booze and pills she had taken. Her son had been kind enough to leave her a wide assortment of pills. He told her which was which, but Janet's mind was too flooded with Scotch to give a damn about remembering complicated instructions. Instead, she just swallowed down a handful of the prettiest.