Sally Simpson - And mom makes three

"Oh God? You're in me!" Sally's cunt contracted around the boy's long prick, grabbing it – milking it with strong muscular motions.

She gazed into her son's face and saw how his mouth was twisted into a grimace of lust.

Sally could feel his prick shoved deep into her cunt, the fuck head pressing against her womb, and she loved it. She reached up, put her arms around Billy, and forced him down on top of her, his chest pressing her tits flat, his lips against hers.

"Baby, baby," she murmured, and then she slid her tongue between his lips, darting it deep, running it across his teeth and along the sides of his mouth.

He did not respond to her at first, and she realized that he had probably never French kissed before. But she persisted, moving her tongue back and forth rapidly as she ground her ass on the bed. This caused his prick to stir up the fuck juices deep in her cunt.

Billy groaned with excitement, and at last he began to lash his tongue against his mother's, jabbing into her mouth with the same ferocity as she displayed. At the same time, he moved his chest in a circular motion, squeezing and pressing Sally's delectable tits until they tingled with sensation.

Finally, Sally broke the kiss, and placing her hands an Billy's shoulders, pushed him up and off of her. Then she drew her ass back along the bed so he would be forced to pull his cock part way out of her pussy.

"Now fuck into me? Hard!" she gasped.

And Billy did just that – plunging in deep, his steely fuckrod pressing hard against her sensitive inner cunt meat.

"Aw, honey – that's so good!" Sally moaned. It felt to her as if deep in her gut, she were being pricked by a thousand golden needles. Again, her pussy muscles began to massage his prick, undulating up and down the long cock shaft.

Billy was shuddering and moaning so much, Sally knew he would be coming very soon, so she really let herself go. This time, she wanted to come with him.

She contracted her ass, pulling her cunt muscles tight around his invading prick, and she ran her hand down to her cunt mound, scrabbling through her muff till she found her aching clit.

"Fuck me, honey! Go ahead – do it to your mother!" she cried, and as Billy pulled back one more time and then jabbed forward, she pressed down hard-on her clit. "Auuugh!"

"Aw, Mom! I-I'm coming!" Billy cried out, and he fucked in roughly, collapsing on top of Sally as he shot a heavy load deep into her pussy.

The feel of her son's hot jizz pouring into her pussy, and her rough handling of her clit were enough to send Sally over the edge.

A powerful orgasm crashed through her body, igniting a thousand sensations of pleasure. And when it was over, she lay there panting, a deep satisfaction spreading through her.

"Billy, Billy, Billy…" she murmured, stoking her fingers through Billy's fine auburn hair.

But Billy couldn't respond. He was gasping for breath, his heart pounding dangerously in his chest, his face as red as a tomato. A fine mist of sweat covered him from head to foot, and his prick, shrinking rapidly inside Sally's hot pussy, finally slipped out, trailing cunt cream and jizz with it.

"You're a very naughty boy, you know," Sally whispered. She had moved her hand down from his hair to his neck, which she was stroking gently.

He shifted slightly, moving his chest across her big tits, drawing his hands up along her hips and sides until they rested on the side swells of her tits.

Sally could hardly believe it, but this simple gesture was enough to ignite the spark of lust in her again. Her cunt contracted wildly, and a spasm of desire shook her clit.

She tried to keep her voice calm. "Billy, did you enjoy fucking me? Did I satisfy you?"

"Aw, Mom, it was the best!" Billy raised himself up on his elbows and gazed down at Sally. "I've been dreaming about fucking you for a long, long time!"

This only served to get Sally more turned on. "There's a lot more I could show you, Billy."

"Y-yeah?"

"Hm-mm. Like this, for instance." Gently, she eased him off of her, so that he was lying flat on his back. His prick, pale and limp, had shrunk to a very small size. The ball sac had become baggy and wrinkled.

Sally cupped the boy's prick in her hand, eyeing it lovingly. Then she leaned down close, her tits touching the bedspread, and she took an experimental lick from the little cock head down to the fuzzy cock hairs.

"Shit!" the boy gasped. His cock shuddered in Sally's hand, stiffening before her eyes.

She giggled softly, then licked down the length of his prick again. It swelled up even more, the cockahaft reaching its full, steely length, the knob bloating with blood. The rubbery skin blushed to a deep purplish shade that excited Sally.

Sally grabbed the boy's cock at the base and held it steady while she lashed the prick knob with her tongue.

"Jesus!" Billy cried. He propped himself up against the headboard so he could watch his mother suck on his prick.

When she had covered his cock knob with her wet kisses, she began to suck his slick cock into her mouth. Her puckered lips went down, down, the smooth cockmeat until her mouth was filled with it.

Billy squirmed on the bed in an agony of arousal. Grabbing onto the sheets, he crushed the material between his fingers.

Sally took a deep breath, and arching her neck, she sucked his prick head down into her throat and took the rest of his cock between her lips. Now his ball sac was pressed up against her chin, and she could smell the wonderful yeasty aroma of it.

"Mom!" Billy cried, his body shaking violently.

Sally was really excited now. There was nothing quite like the feel of her baby's cock rammed into her mouth and throat. She lapped at his prickshaft with her tongue while she kept up the suction with her throat and lips.

Then, just when she thought the boy couldn't take it any longer, she eased up on him, reining her throat muscles, softening her lips.

Billy groaned in disappointment. But Sally eased back, letting his cock knob pop out of her mouth. Now she began to polish his prick with licks and kisses until she had him rolling on the bed, gasping with pleasure. He humped up at her, fucking his cock back and forth through her fist, as if it were the entrance to her remarkable pussy.

Sally took her time. She explored every crease and curve in Billy's prick with her tongue, discovering the location of the most sensitive spots on the long smooth cockrod.

When she hit a real hot spot, she would stop in mid-kiss, raise her head and ask: "Do you like that, baby? Is Mommy doing you right?"

If Billy groaned and bucked up at her in response, she would lick and kiss and nibble that much harder. After nearly five minutes of this, she plunged back down on his prick again, taking the whole prickshaft in with one gulp. The cock knob bottomed out past her tonsils, and the hairy root was nestled against her lips.

This time, she held his prick only briefly in the tight clasp of her mouth and throat before letting go and pulling back. As she prepared to swoop down on his prick again, she grabbed his foot roughly and wedged it between her thighs so the heel was pressed up hard against her cunt labes and clit. It felt so good, she nearly came, but somehow she kept control of herself. She wanted them to come together.

Puckering her mouth into an oval, she hunched down on him, sucking his sweet prick inside. Now and then, she unsheathed her teeth so they could scrape against his flesh.

"Oh, God! Mom! Mom!"

She rocked back and forth on her ass so that his foot would press against her clit in a steady rhythm. And now she was also gently squeezing his ball sac, loving the way it had stretched tight over his swollen balls.

"Oh yeah, Mom! Oh yeah!" Billy cried, his body suddenly stiffening like an arrow.