Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

Janet slipped the towel off her shoulders and began carefully drying her cunt. A tiny chill shot through her as the rough material worked over her clit. Spreading her legs, she reached further back and began working on her asshole.

Billy stifled the groan building in his throat, but it was becoming more and more difficult to remain silent. As he watched his mother drying her legs, be felt himself growing weak. Terror filled his mind as his belt buckle rattled loudly.

Janet felt strange for a moment, but she really couldn't explain why. The feeling passed quickly and she quickly put it out of her mind. The day had hardly begun, and she was already bored, Janet thought to herself as she reached around to dry her back.

Billy saw the strange feeling pass through his mother's body and he wanted to run. But the boy was too frightened to move a muscle. His full-grown cock burned the inside of his hand, but he kept his fingers still.

Janet turned to hang up the towel when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She thought she had seen Billy standing in the shadows of the hallway, but couldn't believe it. She felt silly calling out his name and tried to forget about it.

But Janet couldn't forget about it. Looking into the mirror on the medicine cabinet, she moved so that she could see down the hallway. Janet was shocked when her suspicions were confirmed. Billy was standing in the hallway, staring at her naked body.

Janet didn't know what to do. She didn't know how long he'd been standing there, and it was really her fault for leaving the door halfway open in the first place.

She finally decided that he was just passing by and would leave. Janet decided that ignoring him would avoid a pointless scene. After all, he wasn't really doing anything wrong. She had the kind of body that men couldn't help looking at. Billy was a big boy, and she was sure she wasn't the first naked body he had looked at.

Janet was careful not to let on that she knew he was watching. She didn't want to embarrass her son. She found the attention he was paying her very flattering, but she was surprised that he was still standing there.

Janet was even more surprised at her own reaction to standing stark naked before her son. She was enjoying it. Billy had inherited his father's great build, and was turning into quite a good-looking guy.

Wicked thoughts started filling Janet's mind. Thoughts that she couldn't explain. Of course, making it with her own son was something that could never happen, but the thought of it made her body tense with excitement.

Janet wanted to rub some oil into her legs, and she purposely turned to give Billy a good view. Lifting her right foot, she placed it on the edge of the tub, being careful not to cut herself on the fragments of the bottle that had smashed earlier.

Billy sensed a change in his mother's mood, and he was no longer frightened of being found out. Watching her rub scented oil up from her right ankle to her calf, then over her knee and thigh started Billy's hand working on his cock again.

Janet didn't like teasing men with her body because she felt guilty afterwards. But posing for Billy was different. It wasn't as though she were cheating on Jack. After all, Billy was just as much his son as hers.

Before she realized what was happening, Janet found the first tremors of an orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach. Reversing her legs, she carefully applied oil to her left leg and thigh. But the second time, she didn't stop at her thigh.

Billy began to pant out loud when he saw his mother's oil-coated fingers working on her clit and cunt. He could hear the moist sounds of her finger-fucking from his hiding place in the hall. He could almost smell the heat between her legs as she feverishly worked her fingers in and out of her twat.

Janet had never had a young boy in bed, and the idea excited her. She felt almost as though it was her duty as a mother to make sure that her son knew his way around a woman's body. Janet continued to tell herself that it was ridiculous to think about fucking Billy while at the same time she tried to imagine how big his cock was.

Janet found herself loving the little show that she was putting on for her son. She spread her legs as wide as she could. She wanted to make sure that he had a good view of her sopping wet cunt.

The oil glistened on Janet's fingers when she removed them from her pussy and reached around to the crack of her ass. Shifting her ass towards Billy, Janet used one hand to spread her cheeks while the other toyed with the tight ring of her asshole.

Watching his mother's finger exploring her anus was more than the boy could take. He was going to cum, and there was no way to stop it.

Janet could hear Billy's labored breathing, and she knew how close her son was to cumming. He was as close to climaxing as she was!

Billy jerked off almost every night, but he never had an orgasm like the one brought on by the sight of his mother's lush body. His cum shot from the tip of his prick in thick spurts, staining the carpet.

Janet soon had one hand working on hit cunt and the other working on her asshole simultaneously. Her huge tits heaved as she sucked air deep into her lungs. Her nipples throbbed for attention, but she couldn't bear moving her hands.

The droplets of water on her brow had changed to beads of perspiration. Janet moaned loudly, making no effort to hide her orgasm.

The sight of his mother so totally caught up in the lusts of the moment brought on Billy's second climax. His hand was pumping faster and faster, keeping pace with the wild thrusts of Janet's hips.

Exhausted, his load spent, Billy leaned back against the wall to catch his breath. His eyes never left Janet's body as she soared to the heights of pleasure. But as he drifted back to consciousness, fear of being caught returned. He had made a racket, and was sure his mother heard him.

Janet heard Billy rushing off down the hall as her last orgasm faded. She relaxed for a minute, then climbed into her robe and headed for her bedroom. With Jack not due back from his business trip for another three days, Janet decided that she'd better figure things out. Fast!

Lying down on her bed, she tried to relax, but couldn't. Janet's body was still shaking from thee experience. As she lay quietly, she heard Billy leave the apartment. She was grateful for the extra time to think.

Janet lay still for quite a while, trying to make some sense out of what was happening. Still confused, she reached for the phone on the table beside the bed. Hoping for some understanding advice, she dialed Barbara Foster's number.

"Hello," Barbara answered, picking up the phone in her kitchen.

"Hi, honey," Janet said, relieved just to hear her closest friend's voice. "I just thought I'd call to say hello."

They had been friends for many years, and Barbara immediately sensed something wrong. They had turned to each other for help many times before.

"Hey, Jan, I've heard you sound in better spirits," Barbara said. "What's up?"

"I need somebody to talk to. Let's get together. Okay?" Janet said, glad she didn't have to pretend with her friend.

"Come on over, honey. I'll put on a fresh pot of coffee."

"Thanks, Babs," Janet said, before hanging up the phone.

Janet didn't lose any time getting out of bed and dressed. She decided to dress comfortably in a pair of tight jeans and Navy-blue turtleneck sweater. As she slipped her feet into a pair of worn loafers, she realized that she was dressed exactly like her son.

Before leaving the apartment, Janet looked at herself carefully in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door. She certainly didn't look thirty-nine, she said to herself, proud of the thrusts of her fat boobs. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined against her soft sweater.