Bob Kelly - Orgy with mom

"Why don't you think about what you'd like me to wear tonight, darling," Joyce said, heading for the door.

Billy liked the idea of picking out his mother's clothes. After finishing breakfast, he placed the tray on the night table and climbed out of bed. He played with his stiff prick absently as he crossed the room to his mother's closet.

Each of Joyce's dresses was sexier than the next, and Billy had a hard time making up his mind which to choose. Pie finally decided on a floor-length gown made of soft, white material. The garment had sleeves and buttoned tightly around the neck. He remembered the one time he had seen his mother in the dress. The material clung to her body like a second skin. Instead of covering her lush curves, the dress would outline and highlight her wild body.

When Joyce returned from the store, she couldn't have been more pleased by her son's selection. The white gown was the sexiest thing she owned. She knew Billy's friends would flip when they saw her.

The afternoon went quickly and it was soon time for Joyce to get ready. Billy was busy picking out records in the living room while his mother returned to the bedroom to dress.

Joyce slid black stockings on first, enjoying the feel of her own fingers as she smoothed the sheer material over her long, shapely legs. Her garter belt was next. The narrow piece of lace rested on the swells of her hips.

Before slipping into the gown, Joyce sprayed every inch of her body with the sexiest, most expensive perfume she owned. She put an extra spray of scent on her tits, cunt and asshole.

And then she climbed into the gown. It was necessary for her to hold her breath as she squirmed into the incredible garment. She was careful reaching behind her back to pull up the zipper. The dress was so tight she was afraid her thrusting tits would burst through the front.

Slipping her dainty feet into her high heels, Joyce couldn't help but admire herself. The garment featured slits on either side that rose high on her stunning legs. The white material contrasted beautifully with her black stockings.

On a sudden impulse, Joyce rushed over to her dressing table. Pushing cosmetics and perfumes out of the way, she finally found the pair of scissors she was looking for. Carefully, she pressed the blade into the fold of material at the top of the slit on her right side. She began cutting the material, lengthening the slit until it reached to her waist. She repeated the operation on the other side.

Standing straight in front of the mirror, the gown looked the same as it had before. But with the first step that she took, the material parted, showing off the full expanse of her legs and thighs. Turning to the side, she could see that her naked ass was delightfully displayed each time she moved.

Adding a final touch of running a brush through her hair several times, she was ready for Billy to see her. Hoping he would be as pleased with her appearance as she herself was, Joyce headed down to the living room.

Billy didn't hear his mother come into the room. His back faced the doorway and he was still looking through his record collection. But the scent of Joyce's perfume filled his nostrils and he immediately spun around to meet her.

The breath caught in Billy's throat as his gaze took in the sight of his mother standing in the doorway. At that moment, she was the most beautiful bitch he had ever laid eyes on. His cock went rigid at the sight of her tits thrusting to free themselves from the tightness of the material covering them.

Joyce stood very still, not wanting to ruin the surprise of the slits she had cut into the sides of the gown. She wanted to give Billy a chance to really look her over.

"What do you think?" Joyce asked, able to see the growing bulge between his legs from across the room.

"Wow!" was all Billy could manage.

With an obscene smile curling up her sensual lips, Joyce began walking toward her son. She could feel the cool air on her naked ass as she displayed herself to him. In the center of the room, she turned around for Billy's inspection, showing herself off from every angle.

"Mom, you look out of this fucking world," Billy finally was able to say. "Come here."

Joyce stepped closer to her son. She could see that familiar glint of sadism in Billy's eyes and it made her cunt tremble with lust and excitement. She leaned into his hand as grabbed hold of her right tit and twisted it viciously.

Billy was no longer Joyce's tender, adoring son. Once again, the power of her body had transformed him into her master, and she his obedient slave. She was nothing more than a toy to be handled however he pleased.

"You've got one hell of a body, you old bitch," Billy said, digging his teeth into the top of her left tit.

Joyce groaned with pleasure as she gave herself to Billy. A chill raced up her spine as she felt his free hand digging into the roundness of her asscheek. Pushing her hips forward, she enjoyed the feel of his rock-hard prick pressing against her steaming cunt.

Billy shoved Joyce away as suddenly as he had grabbed her. She staggered, caught off balance by the suddenness of his move.

"The gang will be here soon. I want you in the kitchen when they get here," Billy said, pulling a crudely rolled cigarette out of his shirt pocket. "Make believe like you're not home till I call for you. Understand?"

Joyce nodded as she watched her son strike a match and light his joint. She didn't have to be told that he was smoking grass, even though this was the first time she had even seen the stuff. The thirty-eight-year-old woman laughed to herself at how sheltered a life she had led up until then.

"That must be some of them," Billy said, hearing a car drive up outside. "Here. Take this," he said, pushing the joint between his mother's lips.

A little confused at how quickly things were moving, Joyce followed his instructions. She took a deep drag off the joint as she turned toward the kitchen door.

"Hold the smoke down as long as you can," Billy said, calling after her as he lit another reefer for himself.

The kitchen was dark except for the moonlight streaming in through the unshaded windows. Taking her second hit, she waited by the door, listening carefully to, the sounds of the front door bell and her son letting his guests in.

"Hey, man. What's happening?" Eddie said, leading a gang of teenagers into the living room. "Pretty cool," he laughed, taking the joint from between Billy's lips. "You got your old lady out of the house for the night. Pretty damn cool!"

Billy didn't reply. He just laughed along with the rest of his friends. He swaggered as he led Eddie, Helen, Jane, Tina and Bob into the living room.

"Flick on the stereo, Bob," Billy called out. "Make yourselves at home, everybody."

"This is some far-out place," Tina cooed, noticing how dark and sexy everything was.

Tina searched around in her purse as she sauntered over to the bar on the far side of the large room. She finally found the small pill box she had been looking for and plucked it from the tangled mess in her purse.

Billy watched Tina pour herself half a glass of Scotch. She opened the pill box and placed it on the bar. Popping a brightly colored capsule into her mouth, the eighteen-year-old girl chased it down with a deep swallow of booze.

Tina had always seemed like an innocent chick except for the day before in the lunchroom. Billy was beginning to see that she was a pretty wild swinger. It looked like she might be just as crazy as Betty.

In the kitchen, Joyce burned her fingers on what was left of her joint. The grass her son had given her was very strong, and she was really smashed. She couldn't remember how long she had been standing in the dark kitchen, waiting for Billy to call her.

The sound of all those young voices turned Joyce on. She pushed her free hand into one of the slits on the side of her gown and began playing with her cunt. Her pussy was already wet as she pressed the tips of her fingers against her throbbingly erect clitoris.