William Taylor - Billy_s horny mom

The two teenagers sat and discussed their plan, and Sue giggled from time to time as she heard the long list of dirty things that Billy wanted to do to his own mother.

Linda was on pins and needles waiting for her boy to return. Her panties were in the hamper, damp and smelly, and she hadn't bothered to put on a new pair. Why bother when her plan called for her to be bare-assed? Then she saw him jogging down the sidewalk and got into position.

"Ohhhh, this is awful!" Billy heard his mother wail as he walked into the kitchen.

The boy looked at his mother. She had her back to him and one foot was on a chair. She was bending down, holding her dress up in front of her body and looking at something. He took a hesitant step forward.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Billy asked, looking worried.

Linda's face felt so hot she was sure he'd notice she was blushing. Her fingers were shaking, but she kept her dress above her waist. Her throat was dry and she could feel her heart racing, but she just had to go through with it.

"Oh, I was playing with Fluffy, holding her on my lap, and now I've got fleas!" she wailed again. It was a pretty feeble excuse for standing there without panties, but she figured her boy would get so horny at the unexpected treat that he would never stop to think about how silly it all was. She felt her bare cunt throb.

Billy was close enough to walk in front of the chair and his jaw dropped. His mother's fingers were combing through her cunt hairs! She was actually standing there with her dress above her waist and one foot on a chair seat, and she wasn't even trying to hide the magnificent view from him! The teenager felt his cock harden and began to back away in confusion.

"Oh, Billy," Linda cried pitifully, "help me look! I can't see well enough to find them!"

"B-but Mom," he stammered, his eyes darting again and again to his sexy mother's spread thighs and the thick red bush between them. His mind couldn't handle her sudden lewd exposure, and he hoped she was too preoccupied to notice the growing lump in his jeans.

He'd seen Sue's pussy, of course, but to have his own mother's thickly haired, reddish-gold bush right in front of him was mind-boggling. The sight was driving him wild. There was even a bit of pink visible under the tangled curls as his mother's fingers scratched and probed, moving them around!

"Please," Linda begged, whining persuasively, "I can feel them crawling! Help me look!"

The hot-assed mother was growing more and more excited as she saw the effect her bare snatch was having on her son. But she hadn't expected to have this much difficulty in getting him to finger her curls.

Billy felt something like dizziness assail him as he slowly went to his knees before her, squatting right between her spread legs. He watched his hands shakily approach that beautiful nest of soft red hair. Slowly, as if he were afraid that the dream would end, he ran his fingertips through his mother's silky cunt curls.

"Ohhhh, look real good," Linda gasped, blushing with real embarrassment. "Don't let any get away!"

Her embarrassment was real, but so was her intense excitement. Her own, son was running his fingers through her snatch so lightly that it was like a warm breeze wafting over the fine hairs. She took a deep, shuddering breath as some juice trickled through her pussylips. She felt like moaning and was almost tempted to grab that big cock she could see pulsing in his jeans! She moved her own hands away to give Billy's fingers room to search her bushy snatch.

"Ohhh," Linda sighed, hamming it up as her son's eyes bored through her reddish-gold hairs. "I hope I don't have to shave myself!"

Linda knew her handsome boy could see the dark-pink protruding folds, of her lust inflamed cunt and warned herself not to give in to her depraved desires.

Billy's imagination ran away with him when his mother mentioned shaving her cunt. His hands slipped lower and lower, and Linda fidgeted as his fingers approached the meaty part of her plump mound. The leg she was standing on began to tremble.

"It… it's too tiring, standing like this," Linda stammered nervously, "and your knees must hurt. Maybe it'd be easier for both if us laid down…"

"Huh? Oh, sure, Mom," Billy mumbled, still staring at her hairy cunt. He kept his fingers searching until the last minute.

Linda took her foot from the chair and led the way into her bedroom. Her dress had fallen into place, but Billy could see the swing of her wide hips and remembered what her ass looked like. While she walked ahead, he took the opportunity to give his aching cock a brisk rubbing through his jeans. He just couldn't believe he'd been touching his mom's bare cunt! He lifted his hand and held his fingers under his nose for a second and picked up a faint but wonderful odor – his mother's cunt smell!

Linda eased herself onto the bed and raised her dress to her hips again. "Ohhh, this is so embarrassing," she moaned, her eyes sparkling as she spread her plump white thighs wide. "I hope you don't mind, Billy, but I just couldn't ask anyone else to help me."

"Uh, that's all right, Mom. I don't mind," Billy said, crawling between her legs.

The sight of his beautiful mother as he had always wanted to see her, almost naked and spread out for him, came near to turning the horny boy into a rapist! Her big, fleshy ass squashed out sexily under her hairy cunt, and the spread of her milky thighs had exposed all of her dusky, plump folds. Now they jutted from the center of her bush, peeling slowly apart even as he watched.

And there was her clit! Jeez. It was red, and hanging down like a little pecker!

"Oh, please hurry," Linda begged. "I can feel them crawling!" She squirmed her ass sensuously.

Billy's fingers plowed into the soft curls. He was all eagerness this time, tugging the silky hairs to one side to expose the white skin beneath. But he couldn't find any fleas. He looked and looked, working himself lower all the time, but pot a flea was to be seen.

Finally, his fingers reached her pink, spongy cuntlips. Linda held her breath. She really hadn't thought out what she was going to do when he got that far. She hadn't allowed herself to think of much more than a lot of looking, and some exploratory feeling of her curly hairs.

"W-what are you doing?" she asked nervously, gasping as her son took hold of one fat flap and lifted it away from the rest.

"Uh, sorry, Mom, but I, uh, saw a flea hop around under there. That's why I couldn't find em before. They were hiding." And he bent his flushed face to within an inch of her steamy cunt as he pretended to pinch at a flea with his forefinger and thumb.

"Ooops, missed!" he exclaimed.

Linda's whole body went fiery. She knew he was lying, but she couldn't blame him. What guy would stop at hairs when he had an entire naked pussy before him? Even if it was his own mother's. If anyone was to blame, she was for wanting to work them both up more for the evening's masturbation.

"Ahhhhhhh," she moaned as Billy picked up her swollen red clit and tugged it to one side.

"There he goes!" Billy exclaimed, chasing an imaginary flea.

He watched his mother as she writhed and bucked with helpless pleasure. "Mom," he complained, "how am I gonna look if you keep squirming like this?"

"Uhh-h-h, no-o-o-o-o, don't," Linda wailed. Then she saw the hungry look in her son's eyes and whimpered and closed her own. "I-I can't help it," she sobbed, "I'm so sensitive there!"

"You mean this funny thing?" he asked, smiling as he stroked her big clit with the tip of his finger.

Linda sighed and her ass cheeks trembled. When he stroked the slippery slot between her pink folds she instinctively clamped her plump, warm thighs around his hands, trapping them against her throbbing, gushing cunt.