Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

"You look good, baby," Billy grunted, crushing her lips with his own. "Good enough to eat," he added, reaching down to her crotch and dining his left hand into the sopping heat of her twat.

Barbara knew that she shouldn't be standing in the hallway of her building, dressed the way she was dressed and being handled by a teenager the way Billy was handling her. But she wasn't about to deny him his pleasure, when and where he took it. Her nosey neighbors would just have to risk being shocked if they stepped out into the hallway at that moment.

When Billy finally released her, Barbara's hand flew to her neck. She tied on the collar that was strangling her as her tongue licked up the excess that the drooling boy's mouth had left on her own. She didn't realize that the strap was built to cut off her air supply when it was yanked on. She almost fainted from lack of oxygen but it didn't matter. As she starred back out of his embrace, she saw the swelling fullness of his hot cock pushing out the front of his jeans. She knew that it was her lusting body that made his dick throb, and she loved the feeling of power his need for her generated.

"Here baby," Barbara told the boy, handing him the joint.

Billy let Barbara lead him into the darkened apartment. The door slimmed shut behind them as they headed for the low-slung couch in the middle of the room. She was leading the boy by his prick, working her long, slender fingers up the shaft of meat beneath the front of his straining jeans.

"Let me take that," Barbara offered, taking the jewelry that Janet had sent her.

Billy was as aware as his mother of the flimsiness of Babs' excuse for seeing him. She didn't even play along with the script as she tossed the small box onto a table in the hallway. It was just a silly prop, and Barbara treated it that way.

"What can I fix you, darling?" Barbara asked, sauntering over to the bar with a swing of her sexy hips. "I have anything your little heart desires, darling," she continued, holding up a clear glass bowl of all different pills. "If you don't see what you want," she added, thrusting her nearly naked cunt out in his direction, "just ask for it."

Billy picked out some pills, and asked for a Scotch on the rocks. Barbara was delighted with herself as she puttered around the bar, getting everything just right for her dominant lover.

Barbara turned back to the sofa carrying a tray loaded down with booze, pills and small brass locks. She was hoping that Billy felt like getting down to some real action nice and fast. She wanted to show him just how flexible she could be in acting out his fantasies.

Billy's eyes went wide when he spied those locks and the tray beside his drink. Taking the drink in one hand, he made short work of getting the pill down. Barbara was standing in front of him, bending at the waist waiting for anything that he might want to do to her.

With one hand, Billy reached out and hooked his fingers into the two brass rings hanging from the tips of her leather bra. He pulled them together, painfully crushing the beautiful woman's boobs. He slipped the first lock into place.

Looking down at her tits, Billy saw that the squeezed-together tits made a perfect place for fucking. He was thrilled with the idea of pushing his dick between those fat orbs, pumping away at her body until the tip of his cock exploded his boiling load of cum.

"Let's get down to business, whore," Billy growled, knocking the tray out of Babs' hands as he pulled her down across his lap. "Bend your fuckin' arms behind your back, and be quick about it," he continued, quickly getting into the slave muter game.

It hurt when Barbara's tits bounced against his hard thighs, but she didn't dare open her mouth about it. Instead, he placed her arms around her back, just as she was told to do. Her cunt throbbed even more when she heard the snap of the lock connecting the rings on her wrists.

When he was finished locking Barbara's hands behind her, Billy tossed the woman onto the floor at his feet. The fact that she bruised her arm hitting the leg of a chair didn't disturb the boy in the least. After all, Babs had made it perfectly clear that she was there for his sole pleasure.

"Get those fuckin' legs of yours together, whore," Billy commanded, towering over the groveling bitch on the floor.

Barbara rolled onto her back, lifting her legs up towards Billy. He didn't have to bend over to snap the third lock on the submissive woman's ankles. Finally, the handsome stud used a leather strap to tie Babs' hands and feet together.

Billy laughed as he stood looking down at the totally helpless woman cowering on the floor. Her tits still looked great, and he thrilled to the sight of the edge of her leather bra biting into her naked flesh.

Barbara could feel beads of perspiration forming on her brow. The salty sweat burned her eyes as it dripped into them. The rough material of the carpet irritated her tender skin, making her squirm that much more invitingly.

Billy tore the waistband of his jeans open. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock popped out into the open. The sight of his swollen, throbbing prickmeat, ready for her hungry mouth, was almost more then Barbara could bear. She had to wrap her trembling lips around his dick; she had to feel his spurting cum splashing against the back of her throat.

Barbara would have enjoyed stripping off the boy's clothing, but that was impossible. Billy took his time getting out of his shirt and pants, knowing that the whore on the floor was getting a good eyeful of his ready to fuck dick.

Kicking his socks into the corner, Billy rolled over, using the tip of his foot. The look of agony on Barbara's face made Billy's cock even harder as he knelt down. That put his dick within sucking range. And that was something that Babs had no intention of passing up.

"Come oh, honey," she begged, straining her neck to get closer to his fat, cum-tipped tool. "Let me at that big, cock of yours, stud. I want to taste those hot juices of yours. Fuck me. Fuck me in the face, darling," she begged.

Billy held the tip of his shaft a scant inch from Barbara's pleading lips. Every time it looked like she was going to catch her prize, he skillfully yanked it just out of reach. He laughed out loud at the tears of frustration that he saw building up in Babs' heavy, sensual eyes.

"Take it easy, whore," he barked, slashing the back of his hand across her beautiful face. "Don't be such a greedy bitch," he warned her.

Billy's blow caught Barbara by surprise. The force of the slap was thrilling, sending her sprawling across the floor. Ha cunt started to drool when he reached over, grabbed hold of the lock on her tits and pulled her into a sitting position. It knocked the wind out of her, but she loved it.

Billy roughly positioned Babs between his legs, resting his burning cock on her cleavage. He liked the sight of the red mark across her face. It made his cock hungry for her mouth.

"Start sucking, tramp," Billy told her, lifting his cock to her mouth and shoving it inside.

This was what Barbara was waiting for, but the suddenness of Billy's actions still took her by surprise. She struggled to take the full thickness of his tool, and she could feel pain in her jaws as the teenager's cock pressed deeper.

"Suck harder, bitch!" he screamed, shooting his hips forward and ramming his cockhead deeper down her throat.

Barbara groaned loudly, slaving with every ounce of strength in her body to carry out her orders. She was gagging on the surging shaft, but she struggled to keep Billy from hearing the sound of her choking. She didn't want it to bother her young, handsome stud.

Billy heard Barbara gagging, but didn't give a slit about it. He wanted to get the woman's saliva all ever his shaft, lubricating it for the tight fit between her heaving breasts. The boy had his heart set on fucking those big tits.