E McCarver - Mother with the hots

"I'm going to get it this time," he said. "You get it, too. Come with me, Joan."

"I will, darling. I'll come with you."

Billy started pounding his sister's cunt harder, his heavily veined prick slipping easily into her slippery, pink heat. Of the half-dozen or so pussies he'd fucked, his sister had the best despite her inexperience. Her cunt was tight and she pushed it up to meet him. Her tits were tight against his chest and her hard nipples pressed against him. He was aware of the wet, golden curls around her cunt and slick juices were running down to his fingers.

"Billy, darling. I'm getting there again," whispered Joan. "I'm going to come, and I think it's going to be the biggest one I've ever had. Oh, my God! I'm coming fast!" She tightened her legs around him and closed her eyes and started holding her breath.

"I'm coming, too. Your pussy is grabbing at my cock and it's making me come." He caught her earlobe between his teeth and pounded her harder.

"Coming! Coming fast!" gasped Joan.

Billy didn't answer, he just kept ramming his throbbing cock through her quivering cunt and into her trembling belly. His heavy balls drew up and his asshole sucked in. He was holding his breath as he reamed her tight cunt at a fantastic pace. The muscles in his ass started contracting and releasing, and he rammed her even harder.

"Oh! Oh!" gasped Joan as she felt a large gob of pussy cream start down toward Billy's cock.

That triggered Billy. His cock started squirting cum into her coming cunt, spraying her womb and blending with her oily fluid. He pressed her cunt up against him with his hands and strained, trying to get more cock into her. Even his belly was contracting as his muscles pumped his hat, white cum into her.

And then they both relaxed. Billy, with his hands still under her slick rump and his cock still in her twat, went limp and Joan's arms dropped from his back and her legs fell on top of his. When Billy got up the strength to roll off Joan he moved to the side, his long cock slipping from her cunt. Joan felt his cum and her own juices follow his cock out of her cunt. It felt as if gallons of hot fluid ran down from her quivering pussy, across her ass and onto the bed.

"Can we wash together?" asked Joan.

"I'm afraid Mom would hear us. Don't go yet. Just lie here with me for awhile." He reached over and curled his hand pound one of her tits. It was moist with their sweat and her nipple felt softer than it had when it was against his chest.

Joan turned toward Billy and caught his spongy cock. "It sure is slick. It feels all rubbery and slick."

"Yeah. It's getting soft now. It's done its work and it wants to rest." He put his other hand over her cunt. "My. You're in a puddle. I didn't know we made that much goo. We must have really come a lot."

"I know I did."

"Me too. Can we do it again later tonight?"

"If it gets hard again before you go to sleep, come to my room. It'll mean another bath but it's worth it." She leaned over and kissed Billy. His tongue slipped between her lips and hers came out to meet it. And then the kiss was over and she was gone.

Two hours later Betty came in and tiptoed up the stairs and down the hall. Both Billy and Joan were asleep and she was sure that they hadn't missed her.

Billy left school before the last period. It was only a study hall and he was sure nobody would notice. Besides, be couldn't keep his mind on his work for thinking about Joan. Sure, he'd fucked other girls but Joan was the best. Her cunt was hot her and wetter and tighter than any of the others.

He was still thinking, about Joan when he backed out of his parking space. At home he left his car in the driveway and went quietly up the stairs. If his mother was sleeping he didn't want to wake her, she might ask why he wasn't in school. He dropped his books in his room and started down the hall to the bathroom but stopped at the door at his mother's room.

Betty was lying on her bed, nude. Her knees were up and she had her fingers between the lips of her glistening cunt. Billy stood and watched as she pressed her belly with one hand and something white popped out of her slick snatch. She pushed it back in with the fingers of the other hand only to press her abdomen again and force the white object back out.

Without thinking Billy stepped inside the door to get a better look. He couldn't figure out what the little white thing was. Two or three minutes passed as he stood and watched. He'd never seen anything like it before. His mother was popping something white and round in and out of her pussy. Whatever it was glittered with the oils of her cunt.

"So that's what happened to my ping-pong balls!" he exclaimed, as he realized what the little round thing was. "Oh, excuse me," he stammered and started to back out of the room, his eyes still glued to his mother's cunt.

"Wait!" she called. "Don't go!" She sat up and a shiny ping-pong ball popped out of her wet pussy.

"I… I was starting to the bathroom," said Billy and started backing out of the room again. "I'll go now."

"Wait! What's that bulge in your pants?" Betty was looking at the print of his hard cock.

"It's… it's nothing."

"Well, I want to see that nothing. Come over here."

Billy's hand went to his prick, then dropped back down to his side. Slowly he walked toward his mother, never taking his eyes off the lips of her cunt which were slightly apart. He stopped a yard short of the bed.

"Come on! Come over here so I can reach you."

Billy's head was in a whirl. Betty was a good looking woman and she excited him. She'd always excited him, but this was different. He'd never seen her naked before, at least not sitting Indian-style with her cunt lips open. He took two more short steps toward her and she reached out and put her warm hand on his hard cock.

Billy looked at Betty for the first time as a whole person, not just at her cunt or tits. He realized that she looked as good as Ellen or Joan. Her dark blonde hair had only a hint of gray and that looked as if it had been put on at a beauty salon. There weren't any wrinkles around her blue eyes or on her neck where so many women seemed to age first.

Her breasts didn't sag even though they were as large as any he'd ever seen. Her nipples stuck straight out and the dark area around them was larger than a half-dollar. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her lean body. Her waist was tiny and accented her full hips. Her thighs tapered smoothly and her legs curved gently at the calves with no bulging muscles or veins.

"Man, you're beautiful," said Billy as he stood and let her hold his cock through his pants.

"Take your clothes off, son. Let me look at you." She started unzipping his jeans, pressing his cock down so the zipper would slide over it.

Billy unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. He wore no tee-shirt and the muscles in his shoulders and chest rippled as he twisted to toss his shirt to the chair.

"Ohh, you've got a nice chest. Take off your pants." She moved her hand so he could finish pulling down his zipper.

Silently Billy stepped out of his loafers and lifted one leg so he could slip his jeans down over it. He changed feet and pulled his pants off and tossed them to the chair. Betty grabbed his jockey shorts and jerked them down and his cock snapped to an upright position. Billy stepped out of his shorts and stood before his mother, wearing only his socks.

Betty took his rigid cock in one hand and cupped his heavy balls with the other. She leaned over and pressed her cheek against his chest. "You're a big guy now. I should have known but I didn't. You should have told me."

"Gee, Mom. You're my mother. I thought you knew. I've been dating for two years now."

"Yes. You're eighteen now." She squeezed his throbbing cock for emphasis. "You're a grown man."