Bob Kelly - Orgy with mom

Helen had a well-trained asshole that easily and hungrily accepted Betty's probing finger. Billy's girl friend could feel his cock pistoning in and out of her friend's pussy as she massaged the inner walls of the teenager's anal canal.

Bob couldn't hold back his orgasm one minute longer. With Susan's cuntlips sucking on his dick, he came. Spurt after spurt splashed into her belly. She could feel his load overflowing her twat and dripping down into the crack of her ass.

With Bob momentarily out of action, Sue released his limp cock from the grip of her cuntlips and turned to the tangle of bodies in the center of the room. She pushed herself through the mass of thrashing limbs until she was able to press her mouth to the junction of Tom's fat cock and Joyce's slaving cunt. Her tongue and lips alternated between the teen's juice-soaked shaft and the woman's erect clitoris. Sue used her teeth on the throbbing clit and could feel Joyce's stomach muscles quivering.

Jack and Eddie moved to either side of Joyce's thrashing, heaving body. They each grabbed one of her hands and yanked them over to their swollen cocks. Through the blur of what was happening, the fuck-torn bitch knew what was expected of her. She ran her fingers up and down the length of their shafts, pumping life into their cum-bloated dicks.

Joyce was nearly unconscious. With Tom and Billy ripping her cunt and asshole, Susan's teeth working on her clitoris, Jane and Tina mauling her bruised tits, Jack and Eddie's cocks dribbling cum on her fingers and Linda grinding her asshole down against her face, orgasm after crushing orgasm smashed through Joyce's body.

Both Joyce and her son needed the rest of the week to rest up after their party. She wrote a note excusing Billy from school and he gave her a bottle of powerful tranquilizers to ease the aches and pains in her body.

Billy had the following week off from school because of a five-day recess before final exams. Joyce had planned for the two of them to visit her sister Joan and her husband Harry in Miami. They had a huge home right on the beach.

They were due to leave that Saturday, but Joyce just didn't feel up to it. She knew that Billy had his heart set on doing a little skin-diving. Instead of disappointing him, she insisted that he go without her. She assured him that she'd be fine by herself. As a matter of fact, she was looking forward to a nice rest for her still-shaky body.

Joyce was terribly sad as she watched Billy board the plane for Florida. She wanted to run after him, throw herself between his legs right then and there and beg him to stay. They had spent the previous night fucking, and Billy had been especially rough with her. She didn't know how the hell she was going to get through the week without her master.

Billy didn't like the idea of leaving his mother behind, but he sure wasn't going to miss out on a vacation that he had planned for. He didn't figure to get much of a shot at her wild cunt while they were down there anyway.

Billy spent the flight watching the wiggling asses of the sexy stewardesses as they made their way up and down the narrow aisles. Most of the stews weren't that great-looking, except for a tall blonde with a huge pair of tits. She wasn't wearing a bra under her thin blouse and he could see that she had tits even bigger than his mom's ripe melons.

Harry and Joan Williams were waiting for Billy when he got off the plane. He saw them standing by the information booth. They waved as he walked toward them.

Billy had never realized how much alike his mom and her sister looked. Joan was a few years older than Joyce, but those extra years looked good on her tanned face and lush body. She was wearing a pair of smooth, tight pants that showed off her pert ass and firm thighs. Only the three lowest buttons were closed on her thin, white blouse.

"How are you, Billy?" Harry said, racing ahead to take his nephew's suitcase. "It's great you could make it."

"It's good to see you, Uncle Harry," Billy said, having a hard time not staring at Aunt Joan's fat tits.

"I'm sorry your mom's not feeling well," Harry continued. "I hope it's nothing too serious."

"Naw," Billy replied, laughing to himself. "It's just that she's been awfully busy lately and kinda caught a bug."

A bug up her ass. Billy said to himself. But all thoughts of his mom slipped from Billy's mind as he grabbed a quick peek down his aunt's blouse. He was amazed at how firm her tits were, considering their size.

Billy had grown quite a bit in the neatly three years since the last time she had seen him. She liked his strong, athletic build. And Joan hadn't missed the flash of interest he had shown in her boobs.

Until that moment, Joan hadn't been looking forward to babysitting with her nephew for a week. She had planned to palm the teen off on Harry while she and Joyce did a little bar-hopping. But the idea of taking care of the handsome teenager was beginning to appeal to her.

"Welcome to sunny Florida," Joan said, wrapping her arms around Billy's broad shoulders and pressing herself against his hard chest. "How was your flight?" she asked, holding their embrace a little longer than necessary.

Billy could feel his aunt's big nipples through their thin clothing. The scent of her erotic perfume filled his nostrils. He was having a difficult time concealing the growing stiffness between his legs. Joan brushed a thigh across Billy's crotch as she turned from his arms.

"Let's get a move on," Harry cheerfully suggested. "I'm sure you'd like a chance to freshen up a bit," he continued, lifting Billy's bag and heading for the exit nearest the parking lot.

Joan made sure that she walked slightly ahead of her nephew. She wanted to show off her firm, rolling ass. She was careful about being too blatant. Harry was stupid, but he wasn't totally blind. She couldn't really throw herself at the teen.

Billy watched the saucy twitch of his aunt's ass out of the corner of one eye as he bullshitted with his uncle, Joan was turning him on but he was frightened by his thoughts. She had never appeared wild, despite her crazy body and the resemblance she bore to his horny mother.

Harry and Joan were the only rich relatives in the family and Billy was afraid of pissing them off by some wrong move. She wasn't doing anything except standing there beside him as her husband unlocked their Lincoln Continental.

Billy decided to stay very cool and keep out of trouble. His Uncle Harry was the kind of successful businessman that could lend a real helping hand later on.

Harry tossed the suitcase into the trunk and climbed behind the wheel. Joan slid in beside him.

Billy was going for the back door when his uncle stopped him.

"There's plenty of room up front," Harry said, "and you'll have a better view."

"This is your first time down here, isn't it?" Joan asked, turning toward Billy as he climbed in beside her.

"Yes it is," Billy politely replied.

"We really like it better here than in New York. We moved here about three years ago and everything's been really great," Joan continued, surprised at how nervous she was. "We'll give you the grand tour," she added, speaking over the sound of the car coming to life.

Joan's chattering was a sure sign that she was nervous and she hoped that Harry hadn't noticed. She was pretty sure that he hadn't, judging by the way he joined in the running commentary.

Joan rode facing her handsome nephew. When she lifted her arm to point something out, she knew she was pulling her blouse tighter against her braless tits. She caught the teen looking at her hard nipples once, but he quickly turned his gaze out the window. She was a little surprised at how shy her horny sister's son was turning out to be. But she had to admit that his innocence was a real turn on. She liked the idea of showing him the ropes. Her way!