Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

"Mr. Taylor is in a most important conference, and has asked me to handle any emergencies that come up," Betty continued, holding Janet off.

Janet had been impressed by the talented way her husband's secretary took care of things. But that wore off quickly enough. Janet was a little too strong-willed to let Betty brush her off so easily.

"Listen, bitch," Janet bristled, "put my fucking husband on the phone right now!"

Betty analyzed the sound of Janet's voice before deciding what to answer. The woman on the phone seemed like she meant business, and Betty was sure she could handle her.

"Perhaps… I could… try," Betty stammered, realizing that she was up against someone with a stronger win than her own. "If it's really important?" she added.

"Stop fucking around," Janet demanded. "Put this fucking call through."

Betty stood up, taking the key to the inner office with her as she stepped out from behind her desk. She thought she could feel the overflowing juices of her cunt running down the inside of her firm thighs.

Betty stepped to her boss' door, quickly checked over her shoulder for any nosey busybodies, flipped the lock and slipped inside. The smell of steaming sex filled her nostrils. Jack and his nameless bitch had changed positions. She was now sitting on his face, enjoying his hard chin grinding into her crotch while his skilled tongue pushed its way deep up her asshole. Her entire body was bouncing up and down. Her sweaty tits heaved.

The girl riding Jack's face was smashed out of her mind. Betty glanced at her watch and realized that they had been going at it for the better part of two hours. The rug was littered with pills and bottles of booze. Half-smoked joints smoldered in the ashtrays.

Betty envied the fuck session that the little tramp had been treated to. She knew how good Jack Taylor was, and didn't like that face spread all over the fucking company. The whores working in the ad agency would line up outside his office for taste of hard-fucking cock.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor," Betty began, feeling rather foolish as the fucked-out whore grinned into her face. "I tried not to interrupt…" she continued, stopping when it was obvious that Jack wasn't hearing a thing she said.

Betty reached out, wrapped her fingers in the tramp's hair, and yanked her the hell off her boss. The stunned look on Jack's face brought a smile to his secretary's face. She pushed the limp girl out of the way and knelt down beside her boss' face.

"Sorry to bother you, baby," Betty said, leaning forward and pressing a lush kiss to his hot lips. She could taste the other woman's asshole on his mouth. "Your wife's on the phone. And it sounds serious. I tried to field it, but she insisted."

Jack liked the boldness his secretary had shown. He really didn't give a shit about the other bitch and hardly any attention when she started to complain.

"Shut the fuck up!" Betty snapped, sure that die could kindle the little whore.

"Okay, Betty," Jack said, reaching out and fondling the woman's fat, bra-less tits. "I forgive you, but you'll have to make it up to me in a little while."

Betty knew just what the sexy bastard was talking about. His fingertips toyed with her nipples, making them stand out against the thin, tight material of her white blouse. She couldn't think of a nicer way to spend the next couple of hours than getting fucked blind by her favorite stud.

Getting up wasn't as easy as Jack thought it would be. That little bitch had shown him one hell of a dine. He had lost count of how many loads of cum he spent that morning. His legs were weak as he walked around to the back of his desk and took the waiting cat.

"Let's go, sugar," Betty said, reaching down and helping the other girl up off the floor. "The party's over."

Jack was amused as he watched Betty hustling the little tramp back into her clothes. She really looked bugged, getting the bum's rush before the cum stopped rolling down her inner thighs. She was still seeing double, her mind flooded with booze and drugged with pills.

"What about that job, we spoke of!" the girl asked, turning her attentions back toward Jack.

Jack held up his hand to quiet the young woman before picking up his wife's waiting call. A quick signal to his secretary had the troublesome girl out of the room, before she had a chance to smooth out the wrinkles in her obscenely short skirt.

"Well it's about time," Janet sarcastically told her husband when he finally got on the line. "I was beginning to give up hope, figuring you forgot all about me."

"I'm sorry baby," Jack replied, pulling his pants back up and shoving his exhausted prick back inside them. "You know how crazy things can get around here," he continued, privately thinking about how wild they had just been with his new office slut. "What's up? Betty told me that you sounded a little upset."

Janet had come on strong with Betty to keep the tramp in her place. She really didn't have anything important to say to her husband and she felt a bit embarrassed by the stink she had made about speaking to him right then and there.

"I'm sorry it sounded that way," Janet said softly, stalling as she tried to think of something to tell him. "I was just calling to say hello and ask if you could pick up some Scotch on the way home. Barbara was by, and I'm afraid we polished off just about all the Scotch in the joint."

Janet kept her voice light, laughing at the little joke that she tried for. She was listening carefully, hoping to find out whether Jack was angry with her or not when she heard him laughing along she was able to relax.

Jack didn't really care enough about Janet to let her call bother him. Sure she had a great body, the best around, he told himself. But the fact was, he had become too used to her. Her thrilling curves lush figure were old hat to Jack, and he just couldn't get up a good head of steam looking at her anymore.

"Sure I'll bring home some Scotch, baby," Jack answered, watching as Betty returned, locking the inner office's door behind her. "The only problem is that I'm gonna be stuck here pretty late, I think."

A lewd smile curled up the corners of Betty's lips as she listened to her boss on the phone. The remark about a promised job that the other bitch made before leaving bothered Betty. She didn't like the idea of another ambitious slut looking to get ahead in the advertising business by fucking herself up the corporate ladder. Especially somebody that young, good-looking and horny.

Janet felt the usual disappointment that accompanied hearing that Jack was going to work late again, but she put it out of her mind quickly. As a matter of fact the disappointment she felt rapidly changed to excitement at the thought of another chance to get her hands on her son.

Jack pushed hit chair back from the desk, glad that Janet didn't seem to mind him working late again. As the conversation turned to anal talk, he watched Betty walking towards him. She was wearing tightly cut stacks, tailored to show off the perfection of her ass. A thin sweater covered her braless tits, outlining her hard, ripe nipples.

Betty hooked her fingers in the waistband of her sweater. With one swift movement, she pulled the garment off and tossed it into the corner, out of the way. Her bouncing boobs tumbled out.

Jack was glad he hadn't bothered to zip up the front of his pants. The sight of Betty's half-naked body made his cock as stiff as a board. The smooth-skinned head of his tool was beginning to swell proudly.

"I'm afraid I have to get back to business," Jack told his wife as he pulled out his cock for his secretary. "I'll bring home some booze, but you can order anything you want from the liquor store. The number's on the pad by the phone in the den."

"Now isn't that silly of me," Janet said, realizing that Jack had seen through her excuse for calling. "I should have thought of that, instead of calling you up and bothering you at the office," she continued.