Sally Simpson - And mom makes three

Sally reached out to run her hands over his balls. Then she humped forward again, and almost immediately slammed backward. Ear the next ten minutes, she didn't let up. The only sounds in the room were her grunts, Billy's groans and the slapping of her ass against the boy's thighs and balls.

Suddenly, she felt Billy shudder, felt his balls shift in their sac. She knew he was about to come, but she wasn't ready yet. So in a swift, smooth, motion, she pulled her cunt completely off of his cock.

"Huh?" Billy hinged upward, but his prick stabbed at thin air.

"Just try to relax," Sally hissed. "And keep your eyes closed."

Though it was obvious Billy was confused and disappointed, he did as his mother commanded.

Now Sally grabbed his prick at the root again and aimed it straight up as she positioned herself over it. Reaching down to her pussy slot, she scooped pussy cream onto her fingers. Then she pressed her fingers into her asshole, flinching slightly when they penetrated into the hot dry chute.

With her asshole lubed, she was ready to try to take her boy's prick inside. She commanded herself to relax so she could ease the tight muscles lining the rim of her asshole, and when she thought she was ready, she lowered herself down.

As soon as she felt his wide cock knob nudge her puckered asshole, she shuddered with fear and excitement. But she knew how good it would feel once his prick was inside, so she shoved downward.

It was as if someone had put a blow torch to her poor asshole. Hot, agonizing streaks of pain tortured her ass guts. But when a cry of pain surged up inside her, she clamped her mouth shut, strangling it.

Three-quarters of Billy's prick was fucked up Sally's ass. The pressure was so great, she could barely move or breathe.

"Jesus, you feel tight, Mom!" Billy grunted. He opened his eyes, and they nearly popped from their sockets when he saw which hole he'd fucked into.

The look on Billy's face was so funny, Sally forgot her pain, and she chuckled softly. And that was all it took for her ass muscles to loosen up, allowing his cock shaft to fuck in all the way.

"God, that feels good, Mom!" Billy sighed, rotating his ass, so his prick moved around and around in her ass.

"Oh, my God!" Sally cried, her eyelids fluttering rapidly as she nearly fainted with the intense pleasure this gave her.

Seeing how much his mother enjoyed what he was doing, Billy kept it up, and Sally rode him, gasping every time his groin slammed against her ass cheeks, jarring all the nerves deep in her ass chute.

At last she called out: "Stop now! Stop now, honey!"

Billy ceased his wild fucking motions, and Sally, sitting upright, paused to catch her breath. Then she leaned forward and slowly, slowly, began to slide her ass off Billy's cock.

They both groaned as, inch by inch, his prick slid free. When at last his prick head popped free, Sally kissed Billy passionately on the mouth – a thank you for all the pleasure he had given her.

But she wasn't done by a long shot. With her ass blazing and her cunt churning, she had to keep fucking. She slid her hand around Billy's prick shaft and held it steady as she lined her cunt up with it. Then she cased his cock into her burning pussy, sighing with pleasure as it fucked in.

"Oh, yes…" she sighed, fucking back and forth on his cock, letting her tits slide from above Billy's face down his chest and then up again. She flexed her cunt muscles constantly, giving them both the stimulation they craved.

Then, just as she was slipping into a steady fuck rhythm, she slid her cunt off her son's prick and pushed her asshole down on it instead. This time, Billy's prick fucked inside more easily. The wide cock knob reamed out her narrow ass chute as it thrust farther and farther forward.

"Aaaanh, it's so good!" Sally gasped, her eyes rolling.

Now she began to fuck up and down on Billy's prick as fast and furiously as she had done when it had been rammed up her pussy. The nerves in her asshole were so sensitive that the slightest movement sent thrills of excitement racing through her body.

It had became a game with a her a wild, passionate game whose stakes were the greatest pleasures possible. She shifted from asshole to cunt to asshole again and again, letting Billy's prick fuck in hard each time.

Suddenly, when she shoved her asshole down on Billy's prick, the boy cried: "I'm coming! I'm comming!" And he humped up, hot jizz shooting from his prick.

That was enough to ignite an orgasm deep in Sally's guts. She was seized by spasm after spasm of shattering relief, and her ass muscles contracted wildly around the boy's cock, milking it for every last drop of jizz.

"Aw, Billy, you're too, too much!" Sally groaned, falling forward on the boy, smashing her tits against his chest.

Billy only smiled wearily and patted his mother on the ass cheeks before slipping into a deep, satisfying sleep.

It was a cool, gray morning – unusual for that time of year. Cindy was in her room, reading a comic book, and Billy was in the kitchen, watching Sally's every move as she walked about add cleaned up the breakfast dishes.

He was getting more and more worked up as he tried to convince her to jump into bed with him. "I tell you, Mom, it'd be okay. Nobody would suspect," he insisted. "Daddy is in the East Wing, doing some plumbing, and he told me he'd probably be in there for a couple of hours. We could sneak off and…"

Sally walked around the kitchen counter to where Billy was sitting, smiled at him and ruffled his hair. "You just can't get enough, can you baby?"

"Please, Mom! Let me fuck you! I'm so horny!"

Sally thought for a moment – it would really be nice to have a good fuck, but she was beginning to feel guilty about leaving Cindy out all the time. As far as she knew, Billy hadn't fucked the girl since the day he popped her cherry. And she hadn't touched Cindy since she'd given her a bath.

"I have a better idea," Sally said suddenly. "Why don't you take Cindy to Room 122 and fuck her. Then I could watch you from next door."

Billy looked at her with interest. "Yeah-but Cindy doesn't know about fucking like you do, Mom. And last time I tried to stick my cock in, you know what happened."

"Yes, dear, I know what happened. But things have changed since then. And besides, you're much better in the sack now than you were in the beginning. Why, I bet you could turn Cindy on real good if you were slow and gentle with her."

"Hmmmm, I guess you're right. She sure is pretty. I wouldn't mind fucking her, if she'd just relax about it."

Sally laughed. It seemed so strange to hear such a young boy talking that way about fucking. But Billy had certainly been a quick learner. Why not let him give Cindy a thrill?

"I thought you'd come round. I'll go get you the key. And somehow or other, you're gonna have to convince her to go with you over there."

"No problem," Billy said.

Ten minutes later, Sally was waking across the parking lot toward the West Wing. Her heart was beating fast; her cunt was already churning with arousal.

She let herself into Room 120, took the painting down from the wall, and gazed into the next room. To her delight, Billy and Cindy were already on the bed, wrapped in an embrace.

Cindy was nude from the waist up, her little titties smashed against Billy's chest as he held her close to him. They were Frenching, their lips moving eagerly.

When they broke the kiss, Billy looked directly at the mirror, and Sally almost fainted with embarrassment. He mustn't let on to the little girl that she was being watched. It would make her nervous and ruin the whole thing.

But Cindy didn't seem to notice Billy's preoccupation with the mirror. She was fingering the fly of his pants, trying to slide her hand beneath the waistband so she could get at his prick.