Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

Felice had also tightened her arm around Roberta's waist, pulling her co-worker harder against her hot body. Her tits were being sucked like only another woman could suck them. It was almost enough to make her cum right then and there, before any of the wilder fun and games that were planned for the evening.

Suzy and Betty were going crazily at each other's body, sucking and licking the sweat off each other's boiling skin. They each dropped a hand between the other's legs, and were busy prying open each other's cunt lips. Their bodies trembled as their fingers explored each other's sopping pussy.

Henry was the first to orgasm, shooting a load of jism deep into Rose Marie's steaming bowels. He thrilled to the feel of his cock bathed in his own cum. The tight fit of his dick kept the precious fluid from dripping out and being wasted on the furniture.

Rose Marie could feel the old bastard climax, filling her with burning cum. She felt the bloated tip of his cock exploding again and again, splashing its loads against the walls of her steaming cavern. She pound down against the base of Henry's prick extra hard, squeezing out the last of the old man's precious load. She was hoping that he had a lot more than just one explosion in his balls.

A string of tiny orgasms tippled through Felice as she dumped her love juices into Jack's mouth. She lifted her entire body up off the sofa, stuffing more and more of her fat tits between Roberta's hungry lips.

Suzy and Betty came all over each other's fingers as they fucked away. Both pairs of fat tits, white and black, were covered with teeth marks.

Jane held her breath as she took the full force of lack's climax down her throat. She sucked obediently, careful not to lose a drop of her boss' cum. Jack was her boss, but counting all the little bonuses in her paycheck every week, she made as much money as he did, if not more.

"This is a hell of a way to run a company," Jane mumbled, gobbling down more of Jack Taylor's cum.

Three days had passed before Barbara Foster had a chance to get Billy Taylor alone in her apartment. Ever since that sexual feast at his mother's place, Babs had been plotting a way to have his fat cock all to herself.

She had called Janet that afternoon, making up the excuse of wanting to borrow a piece of jewelry. There was a snicker in the older woman's voice when she said she would send over her son with the trinket.

Janet knew the good use Barbara was going to put Billy's dick to, and wished her friend all the good times in the world. Of course, she was a little surprised that Babs hadn't asked her to join them, but she didn't really give it much of a second thought. The one thing she couldn't complain about was having a lack of her son's hot cock. She knew it was only right to share the wealth with the other horny women around town.

"I'll send him by about seven tonight," Barbara told her friend that afternoon.

Barbara only had a few hours to get ready for Billy, and she had many things to do. Since the other night, she couldn't take her mind off the teenager. Her mind remained focused on the perverted activities of the other night. And she couldn't get it out of her mind that she was actually in love with the young boy.

As silly as she was sure it sounded, Barbara couldn't think about the rest of her life without the boy, now that she had tasted his thrillingly young body. This was her first big chance to show him how she felt, and Babs wasn't going to let the moment slip by.

Barbara had seen a tough streak in the boy the other night. The brutal, almost sadistic glint in the stud's eyes had sent a chili racing through her bloodstream and a tremble through her cunt lips.

Barbara had gone to the stores that afternoon, buying some special things for the night of thrills with Billy Taylor. One of the shops that she visited was in the west section of mid-town Manhattan. It was an industrial area, with few retail stores.

The Playchest was the kind of a store that did most of its business through the mails, shipping things out in plain brown wrappers without return addresses, Barbara had visited the tiny shop several times before, when she needed some special things in leather for some special friends.

Barbara was going to please Billy the way she thought he would most like to be pleased. She spent the afternoon sifting through the bondage fashions that the store specialized in. Just holding the leather and chains made her fingers tremble with building lust.

Barbara's fingers toyed with the package all the way home. Now she was imagining herself dressed in her new garments, her wrists shackled to her ankles. She imagined herself twisting at Billy's feet, a slave to the boy's thick, throbbing cock.

Barbara didn't take a shower before getting dressed for the evening. She had worked up quite a sweat that afternoon, getting ready, and she liked the strong scent of her body. The sweet, heavy perfume that she used mixed with the smells of her perspiration, and she knew that the aroma would make Billy's teenage tool stick out on end.

Seven o'clock wiled around faster than Barbara had realized, and she was soon rushing to put on the finishing touches on her make-up. The straps of smooth, black leather hanging from her arms didn't get in the way.

The lobby buzzer sounded just as Barbara turned off all but one small lamp in her large living room. She stepped to the front door with a joint of powerful grass hanging from her lips.

If things went as planned, Barbara told herself, Billy would leave the following morning needing her just as much as she needed him. She intended to satisfy the boy's every fantasy. When Babs was through with him, he wouldn't need his mother's fucked-out pussy any more.

Barbara drew a lungful of smoke into her chest when Billy rang the front doorbell. She waited there, not wanting to appear too eager. Of course, she wasn't about to play hard-to-get with the cockshaft that she wanted so much.

Exhaling, she took another toke as she leaned forward and slowly unlocked the door. She opened it and stood framed in the doorway, a spiral of pot smoke drifting up from her lips.

Billy was caught off balance by the sight of Barbara Foster standing in front of him. She was wearing black high heels, black mesh stockings and the wildest, thinnest leather bikini bra and panties that the boy had ever seen.

But it was the straps and retainers that captured Billy's attention. Just the sight of that instruments of domination made his cock as hard as a steel rod. Barbara was wearing some sort of a harness, made of thick leather and brass rings. The thought of all sorts of great positions that he couldn't wait to try out with his mother's best friend. On his way over to her apartment he had daydreamed about getting rough with that wild-wet bitch. Dressed as she was, Billy knew that he could have all the fun he wanted with her fuckable body.

"Don't just stand out there, baby," Babs finally said, stepping to the side so that Billy could step past her into the apartment. "You might catch cold out there all by your lonesome self, sweetheart," she continued, the words, slipping from her lips as if each were dipped in honey.

"You won't have to ask twice, bitch," Billy crowed, swaggering up to Barbara like a dockworker.

Barbara stood open to Billy's inspection, and felt proud when his eyes darted from one fat tit to the other. Her breath caught in her throat as the boy marched out and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around a leather strap that dangled from the collar around her neck.

Still standing in the open doorway, Billy yanked down on the strap, making Barbara's knees bend under the strain. A sadistic grin spread across his face as her body yielded against his own, her tits pointing upwards ready for his touch.