Bob Kelly - Orgy with mom

Joan was resting her arm across the top of the seat. When her husband took a sudden, sharp turn, her hand dropped down onto Billy's left shoulder. She left it there for quite a while, pressing her fingertips against his warm skin ever so slightly.

Billy turned to look into his aunt's face, but he found her talking to Harry about something. The teen thought that Joan might be coming on to him, but he wasn't at all sure. She was being very polite, but seemed more interested in the sound of her own voice. The more he thought about it, the more unsure he was. It wasn't her fault that her tits were so big. When she had hugged him at the airport, it wasn't her fault that her hard nipples seared his chest.

Joan took her hand from Billy's shoulder as her husband pulled through the front gates of their estate. Her nephew was very impressed. He had heard stories about their place, but it was even bigger than he imagined. It was located in a remote, wooded area beside the ocean.

Harry nosed the car into a garage at the end of a long, twisting driveway. It wasn't until Billy climbed out of the car that he got his first view of their enormous house. It looked like Uncle Harry was worth even more than his nephew had thought.

The three of them had just about run out of things to say to each other as they strolled up the path to the front of the house. Billy was surprised when the door opened as they approached it. He was even more surprised when he looked inside.

Holding the door open was a tall, thrillingly built woman of about fifty-five. Her soft, brunet hair was streaked with gray and she was wearing a rather drab business suit. But even her bulky shirt and jacket couldn't hide the thrilling curves of her firm body.

"This is our housekeeper, Mrs. Miller," Harry said, introducing the teen to his servant.

"Mr. and Mrs. Williams have told me all about you," Judith Miller said, holding out her hand to Billy. "It's nice to meet you," she continued, her voice professionally controlled.

Up close, Billy wondered if Mrs. Miller was a year or two older than he had first thought. He was beginning to notice deep lines around her eyes and mouth. Her hand felt cool and smooth, but her skin was hard from years of too much sun.

"Hello, Mrs. Miller," Billy responded politely, looking into her face for some clue to her personality.

Billy couldn't see behind the woman's studied expression, but his eyes were already undressing her. Fucking one of the servants seemed like a great way to keep his mind off his aunt's sexy body. And if he got caught, he knew nobody would really give a shit.

"Let me show you the room we've prepared," Joan said, wrapping her arm loosely around Billy's waist and leading him down the marble-floored hall.

At the end of the hall was a large staircase. Joan led the way with Billy behind her and her husband behind him. The horny teenager took a moment to look into the expensively furnished living room before locking his eyes onto his aunt's wild ass as it danced a few inches in front of his face.

Billy was as impressed with his room as he was with the rest of the house. His aunt and uncle had gone to a lot of trouble to make things comfortable for him. A complete scuba outfit rested on a chair in a far corner of the large room.

"Your bathroom's right through that door," Joan said, pointing across the room. "I think you'll find everything you need in there."

"Let's give Billy a chance to catch his breath," Harry said, resting Billy's suitcase on a low table at the foot of the bed. "If there's anything else you need, just yell," he added, walking with his wife to the door.

"Thanks," Billy said, "thanks for everything." Joan flashed her nephew a quick smile as she closed the door behind her. The first thing Billy did was give his cock a good hard tug. He had been wanting to do that ever since he laid eyes on his aunt at the airport. He was just unbuttoning his pants when he heard a soft knock on the door. It was Joan.

"I'm sorry to bother you so soon," Joan said, stepping into Billy's room. "I left my purse over on the dresser by accident," she said, walking across the room to retrieve her bag.

Billy's flustered gaze suddenly focused on her thrusting tits. Joan had opened another button on her blouse since leaving with her husband. Billy was sure of it. As she passed in front of him, he could see her black nipples pressing against the inside of her shirt.

"Are you hungry, dear," Joan said, her voice soft and warm. "Can I get you something to eat?" Billy was staring at her fat tits when she asked her last question. He almost told her that he was hungry for her ripe melons, but he was able to hold himself back. Billy wasn't sure he could control himself that much longer though.

"No thank you, Aunt Joan," he replied, trying to ignore the tremors of lust between his legs.

"Okay then," Joan said, heading for the door. "Why don't you just come downstairs when you feel like it. Take your time," she continued, opening the door just enough for her to slip through. "See you later, honey."

Joan treated her nephew to a lot more than just a quick smile this time. Lingering by the door, she curled her lips up into a warm, inviting smile. She held the smile for a while, then puckered her sensual lips and blew him a soft kiss.

Billy stood looking at the door after Joan had closed it behind her. Things were getting complicated for the teenager. When he was alone with his aunt, she certainly acted a lot friendlier. He was sure that the extra button on her blouse had been popped for his benefit.

Billy wasn't very tired and just took a little time to unpack and wash up. He still wasn't sure how to handle Joan, but he had decided not to make the first move. He didn't want to make a mistake and was pretty sure that his aunt was enjoying her cock-teasing games. He thought it would be fun to play the part of an innocent teen being seduced by his dirty old aunt.

When Billy stepped into the vast living room, he saw his aunt and uncle watching the news while enjoying tall drinks. His mouth watered for a little booze but he decided to keep his drinking habits to himself.

"That didn't take long," Joan said, smiling warmly over the rim of her glass. "Come sit down," she told him, patting the seat beside her. "Why don't you fix Billy something?" Joan suggested to her husband.

"I guess you're old enough for a short one," Harry chuckled, wondering to himself whether or not it was a good idea to give the teenager hard drinks. "What would you like?" he asked, climbing to his feet and heading over toward the bar.

"Gee, I don't know," Billy lied. "Maybe a little Scotch with some water."

Joan turned her body toward Billy as he sat down. She fought back the urge to wrap her arm around his broad shoulders and run her fingers under his shirt. Her fingers tightened on the tall glass to keep from trembling.

With Harry busy at the bar fixing his nephew a drink, Joan had a chance to give Billy a nice, fingering smile. She was pleased when he returned her smile. Perhaps he was getting over his shyness, Joan thought to herself.

"You look all nice and refreshed," Joan said, reaching out and giving Billy's shoulder a quick squeeze while her husband wasn't looking.

All that evening, Harry and Billy talked about the things they were going to do together. The important businessman had always wanted a son, but his wife had not. He respected her wishes and never told her how much he wanted a boy.

Billy knew he was making a good impression on his uncle and was glad. He was showing a real interest in the teen's future. Almost as much interest as his wife was showing the well-hung teenager seated beside her on the sofa.

The following day was beautiful, and after giving his mother a call in the morning, Harry took his nephew out on his cabin cruiser. They romped like father and son, and Billy got his first lesson in scuba diving from his well-trained uncle.