Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

Without Billy's wonderful mouth getting in the way, Janet dressed quickly. She picked out the sexiest garment she owned. It was a black-sequined floor-length gown made of a softly spun material that molded to her body. Covered from head to toe, Janet looked naked. The crack of her ass was dearly outlined against the dress, along with her throbbing cuntlips and nipples.

Janet was startled by the sound of the doorman ringing on the intercom. She had expected Billy to be home by then, and figured he would take care of meeting Barbara. With all the pills she had downed, Janet knew tat she wasn't very steady. She was wearing very tall high-heels, in order to show-off the firm length of her legs.

Janet crossed the large living room to the front hallway. She made a last-minute check of the worn. The lights had already been turned down, casting dark, sexy shadows across the walls. She had to be careful not to trip over something in the darkness.

Barbara rang the bell on the door of her friend's apartment. She waited silently, feeling the blood rushing through her limbs. She could feel a deepening in her breathing, pushing her tits up towards the weight of her fur coat.

Janet hesitated for a moment. She didn't want Barbara to know that she had been waiting by the door, like a bitch in heat. She didn't want her to know that she would do anything in return for the touch of her body. Anything!

The lock clicked open and the latch turned. Janet stepped back into the hallway as the door swung open. She liked her body half-hidden in the shadows. She knew that the exotic aroma of her perfume and overflowing cunt would be more than enough to drag Barbara Foster into the apartment.

"Hello, darling," Barbara said, knowing the little game that Janet was playing.

"Come in, come in," Janet said, keeping her voice low and hot. "I was just going to check on dinner."

Barbara didn't like being left at the door, until her eyes followed Janet into the apartment. The woman had the walk of a jungle cat, or a whore hot for a buck! She knew just how to roll her ass. And that gown that she was wearing really highlighted the round firmness of her saucy buttocks.

Janet was putting on a little show for her guest. She was jumping at the chance to turn the bitch on. And Barbara knew it. Actually, she was flattered by all the trouble her friend was going to.

Barbara decided to play it coy with her own display time. She wasn't about to peel her fur off without an audience. Instead, she just sauntered over to the sofa, enjoying the cool air in the darkened apartment.

"You're working so hard," Barbara called out. "You're making me feel guilty. Can I fix you a drink, or help with something?"

"Hold on, sweetheart. I've fixed something special," Janet replied, removing a tray with glasses and a full pitcher from the refrigerator.

Barbara loved the idea of a surprise. She loved the whole idea of that night. The room was filling with the smells of a delicious dinner. What lay ahead promised to be a slow-paced exploration into perverted lust.

Janet held the cold tray out in front as she pushed her way through the swinging door into the living room. She stopped in her tracks at the beautiful sight of Barbara relaxing on the low-slung couch. A tiny light from a lamp beside her glowed across her. She had opened the top of her coat and her huge tits tumbled out.

Even in the darkened room, Barbara's hard nipples were clearly visible. The tips of her breasts were lighter than the rest of her tanned skin. The outline of her skimpy bikini drew attention to the hungry look of her swollen nipples.

Barbara could see that all the care she had taken was paying off. She could almost smell the cunt-juices bubbling between Janet's legs. Babs had fixed her coat so that the soft fur framed her tits, lifting them and making them look even more inviting.

"This is something Billy got ready before he left," Janet began, finally able to speak again.

"You mean Billy's not going to be…" Barbara said.

"Take it easy, sweetheart," Janet reassured. "He had to go out for a little while but he'll be back. He was really looking forward to seeing you," Janet continued, leaning forward to offer Barbara a glass.

As Janet moved forward, her fat tits heaved, stretching the material of her dress. The sight of those huge mounds really made Babs' mouth water.

"I told him about all the wonderful things we were going to do together. The three of us," Janet continued. "This is a special drink that my son whipped up for us," she explained, pouring the thick, patent brew into Barbara's glass.

"I'll bet that little bastard showed you a thing or two," Barbara joked, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a sip. "I've seen him in a wet bathing suit, honey, and I'll bet a lot of those little sluts and whores in his high school have seen him too. He's got a dick that looks like a ten-pound salami!"

"Take it easy with that stuff, baby," Janet teased. "Better drink it all down, not just sip the fucking thing to death. Billy pound up a hell of a lot of pills and shit and he said the best way to take it was fast."

"It is a little strong," Babs said, making a funny face after her first full swallow.

Janet poured herself a drink, put the tray on the coffee table, then sat down beside her guest. Their bodies were a few inches apart, and they could feel each other's body warmth.

"Let me put something on the stereo," Janet said, taking a deep pull from her glass before stumbling up to her feet.

Crossing the room to the stereo, Janet stopped to pick up a cigarette lighter. She knew that Billy had left a bunch of tightly rolled joints beside the turntable. A little grass would just hit the spot, she thought to herself, lifting a joint to her lips and lighting it.

Barbara couldn't tear her eyes from Janet's thrilling body. She was close to forty, but had the body of a hot cunt only twenty years old. She shuddered at the thought of the last time Janet had wrapped those long legs around her neck. She remembered sucking the sweetness out of her horny pussy.

In another few moments, hard, pulsing rock music poured from the speakers scattered throughout the immense room. Janet turned, a joint dangling from her lips. She felt the music take control, thrashing her body from side to side.

Barbara could feel the drink slamming into her brain. She couldn't imagine what could be in the stuff, and she didn't can. All she knew was that it was wonderful, burning her up as it surged through her blood to every part of her body.

Janet's wanton display of lewd dancing turned Barbara on even more. Her strong, slender fingers undid the remaining clasps holding her coat closed. Lifting her ass off the sofa while shrugging her shoulders, Babs took off her fur.

Janet's dark hungry eyes spotted the dampness between Barbara's legs immediately. There was a thin stream of cunt-juice rolling down her inner thigh. The older woman wanted to throw herself down between her friend's legs and suck the shit out of that beautiful snatch.

"Come here, you teasing bitch," Barbara hissed, finishing off the rest of her drink with one big gulp. "Get those tits of yours over here!" she continued, licking the last drops of her drink from her lips. "What did you have in mind?" Janet asked coyly, moving closer only a few inches.

"You whore!" Barbara laughed. "What the fuck do you think I have in mind with that wild-used body of yours? Do you think I want you for your fucking brains?"

"If you could figure out a way to fuck them, I'm sum you would!" Janet answered, giggling, stoned out of her mind as she dropped down onto the sofa beside her smashed friend.

Janet draped her arm around Babs naked shoulders while her fingers rubbed the younger woman's hard nipples. Her free hand pushed the burning joint between Barbara's sensual lips.