Robert Kelly: Billy_s horny mother

In another few minutes she had brushed her hair, put on a little make-up and headed out the front door. There was a cab right in front of the building's entrance, and Janet was soon speeding across town to Barbara's apartment. She nervously puffed away on a cigarette while staring blankly out the window at the passing streets.

When Barbara opened the front door, she knew that Jan would need something stronger than coffee. They chatted politely while settling down in the living room. Barbara didn't waste much time breaking out the booze and soon the room was filled with the tinkle of ice cubes.

As Janet told her friend what had happened that morning, she found herself relaxing. Barbara didn't find the incident terribly shocking, and seemed to enjoy her friend's telling of the story.

Sitting on the couch facing each other, Barbara and Janet were a study in contrasts. In jeans and a loose-fitting sweater, Jan looked years younger than her real age, while Barb's frilly, almost formal robe made her look even more mature than thirty-nine.

"You could hear him panting?" Barbara laughed, delighted by the picture Janet was painting.

"To tell you, the truth," Janet whispered, leaning forward and dropping a hand on her friend's knee, "I was too busy kicking up my own racket to hear anything at the time."

The two women laughed drunkenly as the afternoon wore on. They raced to see who could get drunk quicker, swallowing great gulps of gin, Scotch, lye, and bourbon.

The sash holding Barbara's robe closed was loosening, and the front of the garment was opening. She caught Janet's gaze sneaking down the front of her robe more than a few times, and she was hoping her naked tits were clearly visible.

Barbara had toyed with the idea of making sexual advances toward Janet several times in the past, but the time never seemed to be just right. Rut glancing down at the young woman's hand massaging the top of her knee told her that this morning might be something very different.

"Listen, that son of yours is a good-looking kid, and I wouldn't mind him getting his rocks off looking at me," she stated, walking over to the bar to fix another two drinks.

"I'm shocked," Janet gasped in mock surprise. "You've been giving my son the going-over. And it looks like you like what you see!"

"What's not to like?" Barbara asked, leaning forward just a little to allow her robe to hang open. "He's got a nice body and, from what you tell me, one hell of a cock!"

"We shouldn't be talking this way," Janet laughed, wrapping her fingers around a fresh drink.

"He's my son, ya' know, not some hot stud walking down the street."

"He's not my son, darling," Barbara replied, imagining running her fingers over the boy's hairless chest.

"Just think," Janet said, shaking her head back and forth, "I came here to try and straighten things out. And you were supposed to help me. A lot of help you are!"

Actually, Janet was finding a little peace with her friend. Between the laughter and the booze, her guilt was fading. Barbara was right. There wasn't anything wrong with enjoying her son's attentions.

Barbara was having a hard time keeping her eyes off her friend's body. Even under the loose-fitting sweater, Janet's fat tits were clearly outlined. Billy may have been only eighteen years old, but he had good taste in women. His mother's body was spectacular, and Barbara's mouth was beginning to water.

"You really can't blame Billy," Barbara said, snuggling up beside her friend and wrapping an arm around Janet's neck. "After all, you are a beautiful woman, and you did forget to close the bathroom door, if I were him, and you were standing there all nice and naked, I wouldn't take my eyes off your thrilling body, either!"

Janet was startled by Barbara's obvious pass. In all their years of friendship, this was the first time the beautiful woman had taken any interest in her body, or so she thought. Seeing the way her fat boobs were being looked over, Jan wondered just how long her friend had appreciated her body.

This was turning into quite a day, Janet thought to herself, shifting her weight a little to give Barbara a better view of her body.

Barbara's hand began to slowly massage Jan's shoulder, her fingers enjoying the feel of her soft, warm flesh. A wide, lewd grin curled up the corners of her mouth while her fingers traveled down to the swollen mounds of her fat tits.

"Mmmmm… that feels nice," Janet said, relaxing against Barbara's well-trained fingers.

Janet had spent too many lonely nights hungry for love to begrudge herself the pleasures of Barbara's hands. But she couldn't help but feel like an inexperienced child exploring the world of sex. For the second time in one day, new horizons were opening up.

Barbara could feel Janet's nipples hardening beneath her fingertips, through the soft material of her sweater. Pressing her own tits into the young woman's arm, she could feel her friend's body responding to her touch.

Letting herself get caught up in the excitement of the moment, Janet turned and pressed her lips to Barbara's. Most frantically, she pushed her tongue into the other woman's mouth, thrilling to Barbara's sweet taste.

Repeating the old cliche about still waters running deep in her mind, Barbara slipped her hand underneath the hem of Jan's sweater. Her skilled fingers soon found their way to the puckered hardness of the tips of those huge breasts.

Pulling from Janet's embrace, Barbara quickly stood up. But in another instant, her friend was standing too, and her mouth sought out the steaming cavern of the other woman's mouth. Their tongues fought as the room filled with the moist sounds of their deep kiss. Their nipples hardened with delight as they crushed the thrusting mounds of their tits together.

Barbara lowered her hands down Janet's back to cup the mounds of her buttocks. Her fingers thrilled to the sweat-dampened roughness of the tight jeans as they traced the outline of her deep ass crack.

Janet pushed her cunt forward, grinding against the mound of Barbara's hungry pussy. Her hands massaged the taut skin of the other woman's back as she felt her tongue lapping the sweet-tasting saliva from the walls of her mouth. Barbara's hands moved to the front of Janet's pants and began digging into the damp denim covering her throbbing twat. She thrilled to the sound of muffled moans slipping from deep within Janet's throat as she found the hardness of her clitoris.

At that precise moment, Janet hated her husband more than anyone else in the entire world. She wanted to be free of the perverse need to find satisfaction in the arms of another woman. But because of Jack's inattention, she found herself thrilling to the feel of a pair of tits pressing against her own, burning nipples searing her flesh.

Barbara's hands fell from Janet's body as she stepped back to admire the lusciousness that would soon be hers to taste. Her lips trembled as they imagined themselves wrapped around the hard nubs of flesh outlined against the soft wool.

"Why don't you relax," Barbara said. "After that little display you put on for Billy, you must be tired."

"Thanks," Janet replied, staring at the swollen mounds of her friend's tits. "I could sure use another drink," she added, dropping back down onto the sofa.

A happy smile spread across Barbara's flushed face as she turned to prepare another round of drinks for the two of them. As she poured gin into two tall glasses, her mind filled with the memory of her very first lesbian encounter. She could remember every detail as if it had happened the day before.

By the age of eighteen, Barbara's body had already reached full maturity. Her tits were larger than any girl's in her high-school class. Her legs were already long and slender, flowing into wide, firm thighs and hips. There wasn't an ounce of fat around her waist.