William Taylor: Billy_s horny mom

Billy took Sue home with him and invited her to supper. Linda had been expecting Billy to fuck her as soon as he walked in the door and had been playing with her fat-lipped bushy cunt, getting it nice and ready and wet for him. Now, she had to walk around the kitchen bareassed under her dress, her plump upper thighs stimulating her already-oozing cunt and big clit. She worried about Sue smelling her hot cunt and noticed that the girl was giving her funny looks.

Sue began to giggle and Billy shot her a dirty look. "Shut up!" he whispered.

After an early supper, Billy suggested that Sue go upstairs and look through his old books. But when he winked at her the girl realized that she was only to pretend to leave. He was going to do something nasty with his mother, and she was going to watch!

"Here, Mom," Billy said, unzipping his jeans and hauling out his long, fat cock as soon as Sue's footsteps faded. "Suck it a bit, then I'll do you."

Linda's mouth watered, but she was nervous. "Oh, Billy, not with Sue here! What if she saw us? My God, they could take you away from me!"

"Don't worry, she's busy with Donald Duck or playing with her pussy in the bathroom. Come on, get your lips around this, huh?"

Linda knelt in front of her son and he shoved his prick right into her warm, wet mouth. Linda gurgled and hummed happily as she sucked her son's spongy knob and fingered his plump balls. He allowed her to suck him for a few minutes, then pulled free of her avid mouth and stretched out on the floor.

"Kneel aver me, Mom. Get your ass right over my face!"

"Ohhhh!" She eagerly scrambled over her son and lifted her dress out of the way. Then she gobbled his big, standing prick and wiggled her bare ass.

Billy looked up at his mother's wet, shiny lipped cunt. Her heavy pink folds hung sexily, and her cock-widened hole winked at him and drooled a little more clear juice. Grabbing her soft, shimmering ass cheeks, he brought the succulent treat down to his extended tongue.

"Muhhhh," Linda groaned around her son's cock. Her hips began to rotate, and Billy clutched her soft buns tighter to hold her in place.

And from the dim hall Sue gaped wide-eyed at the exciting sight of Billy and his mother sixty-nining. His mother's fleshy ass and wet, hairy cunt looked every bit as tasty as her own mother's, and Sue decided that one day she would get to taste it.

Half an hour later, Sue and Billy were in Jane's back yard. Billy's cock was still stiff in his jeans and making his shorts damp with precum. He'd kept from blowing his wad even though his mother had done her best to make him cum.

"She's there," Sue whispered. "What do we do now?"

"Just walk in, I guess. Don't say a word, or she'll catch on. Let me do the talking."

"OK, but what if she isn't wearing the blindfold like you said?"

"She will be, don't worry. If she isn't we just act like we don't know anything. You just had supper at my house, that's all. We thought she knew. It must've been some nut who called, that's all."

Jane heard the footsteps approaching and trembled nervously. She'd done everything he had said – opened the door, turned her back and tied a blindfold around her eyes. All she prayed for now was that she could afford his demands.

Then the door closed and she could hear at least two people breathing behind her. Then she felt a hand glide across the soft cheeks of her ass! Jane jumped as the fingers squeezed briefly, but kept herself from struggling and protesting. She'd suffer any indignity to ensure Sue's safety!

But she couldn't help wriggling her full hips as the lewdly exploring hand roved over her plump buns, stroking and kneading and then searching the crack. A finger pressed up until it encountered the clenched pucker of her sensitive bung.

"Nuhh!" Jane gasped as the finger pushed a bit of her panties and thin dress into the tight ring. She felt her face flush hotly and forced herself to hold still and accept the unwanted, shameful stimulation of her asshole.

Thankfully, the hand withdrew, but before she could give a sigh of relief, it moved to her soft hip and up to her ribs, just below the jutting overhang of her big jugs. Jane held back a groan as the hand slid under to palm the lower contour of her heavy right breast. Despite her horror and fear, she couldn't keep silent any longer. Apparently whoever was here wasn't going to mention Sue until they were done doing whatever they had come to do.

"Where's my daughter?" Jane moaned. "Please, is she all right?"

"She's all right!" Billy answered, muffling his voice and turning his head away. "Don't talk!"

Then she felt fingers working on a couple of buttons below her tits, and groaned inwardly. He was going to feel her up, and probably rape her later! The hand slipped inside her blouse and worked her flimsy bra up until it was cupping and jiggling the luscious softness of one tingling jug.

"Ohhh," Jane moaned as the fingers dug into the swollen, pebbly areola surrounding her huge, exquisitely sensitive nipple. Then that stiff, hot nipple was trapped between fingers and thumb and tugged and rolled. Just when she was sure she couldn't stand it any more, the hand left. To the captive mother's shame, she discovered her panties were wet. Guilt washed over her. How could she feel this way when Sue's life was in danger?

But what could she do but submit to the kidnappers' every demand? She couldn't help what her body did, she told herself, and if she responded, maybe they'd be less brutal to her and her daughter.

Just as Jane wondered what the man behind her was doing, she felt fingers working the back of her dress up. Soon, it was high enough for the hand to push between her plump thighs and cup the bulge of her damp crotch.

"Uhhh," she groaned again, and felt her face flame an even brighter red. She knew she was hot and wet and swallowed hard, praying that her unwanted excitement wouldn't take complete control of her mind. Her body, yes, if necessary, but she wanted her mind to stay clear so that she would be able to do what was needed to free Sue.

She shook as she felt the man prying under the elastic band of her panties. His eager fingers slithered through her wet curls to tickle her large, spongy pussylips. Then he pinched one of the fat folds and peeled it away from the others. Automatically, Jane parted her leg and hunched a bit, unable to keep from responding. Her cunt was mindless as it seemed to reach out and suck at the kidnapper's probing fingertips.

She thought she heard a giggle from behind her and wondered why they didn't turn her around or come before her. After all, she couldn't identify them blindfolded as she was. Then the fingers began stirring around in the open mouth of her hot pussy. Jane felt her jacked up cunt ooze a generous amount of musky juice, and knew from past experience that whoever was behind her would soon have a handful while the rest ran down her full thighs.

Oh, God, she thought, groaning, even I can smell it! Her hot cunt-musk was rising in the air and she shivered as three fingers slowly pushed into her dripping snatch.

"Ohhhh, no-o-o," she breathed, wanting to deny the pleasure. But she needed a good fucking so badly! Even a finger-fucking! The fingers wriggled in her softly squeezing, drooling cunt-tunnel, and she began to shake and moan. How would she ever face herself when this was over if she allowed herself to orgasm because of this kidnappers' lewd fingering?

But the hand went away before she could cum. She missed the fingers as soon as they were gone and was ashamed to admit it. Before she knew what she was doing, she'd taken a step back and squirmed her bare ass against the man's crotch.

"Oh!" she gasped, half in horror of her actions and half in shock at the enormous bulge she felt in his pants. She couldn't keep from feeling thrilled as her skirt was lifted again.