William Taylor: Billy_s horny mom

Linda was now thirty years old, and she hadn't been fucked since she was a teenager. All that had passed her pussylips in all those years had been her own finger, and, once, a stalk of celery when she'd been half drunk and out of her mind with horniness.

She was still beautiful, she mused, standing before her mirror. Lush lips, a slightly pug nose, and thick, red hair with golden highlights. But it was her figure that men noticed first.

Everyone thought she was divorced; she sighed, cupping her jugs through the flighty. They'd really developed after Billy's birth. Now they were so big she had to order a special bra, and she had the kind of areolas that spread over their entire fronts. Her nipples were as thick as thumbs and always itchy, which was why Linda paid special attention to them prior to finger-fucking herself.

She usually diddled her pussy right after her bath, when Billy had left. She'd been letting her teenage son wash her back since he'd been a child, and it was a habit she just didn't have the heart to break. How would she be able to explain it to her son?

But she worried, for lately it had become less of a habit in her mind and more of a thrilling prelude to her masturbation. She'd been careful to keep her back to him, but her tits were so big that she knew he probably saw a lot of them over her shoulder or past her arms. She was ashamed to admit that this bit of exhibitionism helped turn her on and made her nightly masturbation that much more enjoyable. Of course, Linda made sure that Billy knew better than to mention their activities to anyone.

Right now, bedtime, was the hardest part of the day. Linda thought of her big empty bed and how long it took her to fall asleep after fingering her itchy cunt. She sighed and was about to climb into the tub when she noticed a faint, rhythmic squeaking somewhere in the house. It bothered her so she put on her baby doll and stepped into the hall.

"Aha," Linda whispered to herself when she saw a light shining under Billy's door. Realization shot through her. He was jerking off! Well, why not? At his age, it was perfectly normal. The thought of her son's fist wrapped around his stiff prick, tugging it to orgasm, sent lewd excitement surging through her sex-starved body. It had been years since she'd seen him naked. The last time, his little pecker hadn't been bigger than her thumb. She wondered how he'd turned out.

Tiptoeing down the dark hallway, the horny mother's solid, jutting jugs bounced and swayed beneath the baby doll. The scraping of her big nipples against the thin material increased her excitement. She knelt at his keyhole and gasped with total shock.

Billy was gripping his stiff, dripping cock with both hands, one above the other, and there was a bit left over!

"Oh, God!" Linda breathed. Where had he inherited such a monster cock? Mark's hadn't been anywhere near so long and thick! Christ, its flared, crimson head resembled nothing more than a ripe apple! And the white, veined shaft was so thick!

Without even thinking, the aroused mother dropped her hand to her thickly haired crotch and cupped her already-moist, dangling pussylips. She sighed as her gentle fingers peeled the spongy red folds of her juicing slit apart and invaded the tight mouth of her drooling cunt.

"Ahhhh-h-h-h-h," Linda sighed softly, keeping her eyes on Billy's double-gripped prick. Beneath it, his fat, sparsely haired balls hung heavily in their loose, wrinkled sac. They jiggled as he squirmed his lean ass with adolescent glee. She could see that his eyes were glued to his erection, obviously fascinated by making that big thing squirt, she thought. She wondered how long he'd been pulling his pecker.

Her cunt was throbbing now, squeezing out gobs of hot juice into her palm. The slippery stuff dripped between her fingers and splattered on the floor like rain, but she didn't care. She was fighting back an almost irresistible urge to rush in and help her handsome boy pump out his fresh, teenage jism.

Whimpering with dismay, her other hand lifted one of her huge, dangling jugs and shoved it against her lips. The nipple was poking out stiffly, and Linda sucked it into her hot mouth and chewed on it. She'd always loved the taste of her big boobs and the feel of her mouth on them. Sometimes she sucked on them three or four times a day.

She was squirming her plump, round ass, now, as her stiffened fingers pumped her juicy fuck-hole. Her clit was swollen and throbbing like a beating heart, and her thumb began flicking it as her fingers wriggled deep inside. She was about to cum and from the look on Billy's face, so was he. His hands were working faster on his straining, purple-headed cock, then he raised his upper body a bit to watch as the knob swelled and dribbled even more.

"Ughh!" she heard him gasp. "Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!"

Her son's eyes squeezed shut and he grunted loudly with each squirt. First, a thick gusher of milky cum blasted from the tip of his jerking prick, like a big silver bullet, and landed on his chest. It was followed by several more hard squirts of white cream, each larger and the last. Linda had never seen so much cum at one time in her entire life. Her brother had shot a big load, but nothing to compare to this!

There is nearly enough to fill a small water glass! she thought, her eyes wide with awe. She forgot to pump her fingers, she was so mesmerized by the thrilling sight of her boy's heavy load.

And then her own cum hit, and she opened her mouth wide and stuffed as much of her soft tit-flesh in as she could. She had to muffle her wanton squeals of pleasure and her fat tit was the best gag she could think of. Her hips gyrated wildly. She came so hard that she grew dizzy and her skin tingled hotly. Then she went limp and sagged.

"Huhh-h-h-h," Linda sighed softly, allowing her sore tit to fall from her mouth. The huge pink areola around her big nipple was marred by teeth marks. With a last disbelieving look at her son's giant cock and the runny jism dripping off his chest, she stumbled back to her bedroom.

To hell with the cunt juice on the floor, Linda thought. It'd be dry by tomorrow morning. If not, too bad. Billy would never guess what it was, and she just didn't have the strength to clean it up right now. She flopped onto her bed, exhausted by her tremendous orgasm, but lay awake for a long time thinking about the enormous cock only a few rooms away. She couldn't help wondering if, when he was pulling it, he daydreamed of her sitting naked in the bathtub.

In his own room, Billy eyed his limp, dribbling cock and sighed. It had been a good, strong cum, that was for sure! He reached for the tissues he kept by the dresser for just such times and wiped his gooey chest. He liked the pungent smell of his jism for some reason. It always made him feel sexy again, and right after emptying his balls, too. He wondered if the smell would affect girls that way. In fact, he wondered a lot of things, but didn't see how he was ever going to find out anything.

Of course, he nearly went crazy every evening just before bedtime for that was when his mother called him into the bathroom to scrub her back. He'd been doing it for almost as long as he could remember, but about a year ago it had really started getting to him. Feeling that smooth, silky wet skin under his soapy palms made his balls ache, and they ached even more whenever he was lucky enough to get a glimpse of her tits.

Jeez, she had really big ones. Real whoppers! He'd looked in her order book a few years ago, and read the notation "34-double D", and it hadn't meant that much. Now he knew just how lucky he was. He'd bet there wasn't one other kid in the whole state with a mother whose tits were that big – and who got a chance to peek at them!

Unfortunately, she always made him leave before she got out of the tub so he never had a chance to see the big ass he admired beneath her tight skins. But Billy had a good imagination and often daydreamed about catching her naked. But he knew in his heart that it was a dream that would never come true. Kids just weren't that lucky.