Bob Kelly: Orgy with mom

Several times during that day and evening, Billy's thoughts turned to Joan. As he lay in the sun getting a tan, he filled his mind with images of her lush body. He could imagine his face pressed tight against her fat tits, his lips sucking at her throbbing nipples.

That Sunday night, his aunt and uncle had plans to play bridge. Billy was just as glad. It gave him a chance to relax after the strenuous day out on the water. The tired man turned in early that night and was fast asleep when his aunt and uncle came home.

Billy was still sleeping when his uncle left for work the following morning. When his eyes finally opened, it was after eleven o'clock. He smiled as he sat up, enjoying not hearing an alarm clock rattling his eardrums.

Slipping into the robe at the foot of his bed, he headed to his private bathroom and a nice hot shower. It looked like another glorious day, and he wanted to get in as much time at the beach as he could.

After his shower, Billy climbed into his tight swimming trunks and draped a loose-fitting shirt around his shoulders. He didn't bother with any shoes, and headed downstairs to dig up some food. The clean, shore air had given him quite an appetite.

As he padded down the carpeted stairs, the aroma of frying eggs and bacon grew stronger. When he entered the kitchen, he found Judith Miller setting an elaborate breakfast out for him on the large table in the center of the enormous room.

"Sit down, Billy," Judith said brightly, pointing the teen toward his chair. "And good morning," she added, smiling over her shoulder.

Billy's eyes flashed up and down the length of the fifty-five year old woman's body. He could see the firm swells of her asscheeks, even though she was wearing another loose-fitting, business like outfit. She wasn't wearing a jacket, but her apron was strapped over her thrusting tits, hiding them from view.

Billy was hungrier than he had thought. When Judith set a full plate down before him, he took his eyes off her and turned his attention to the food.

His uncle's housekeeper was an excellent cook and Billy was soon happily stuffed.

"Your aunt asked me to tell you that she was down at the beach, if you cared to join her," Judith said, clearing away the dirty dishes.

Judith was still hiding behind her professional facade, but Billy sensed something in her voice when she passed on his aunt's message. He had a feeling that she was wise to what was going on between him and her mistress. He tried to figure out whether she approved or disapproved.

"That sounds nice," Billy answered, staring straight at the swells of her tits as he spoke.

"I'll bring you a towel," Judith said, turning toward a linen closet beside the back door.

Billy watched the sway of the woman's hips as she brought the towel over to the table and placed it in front of him. He didn't hide the fact that he was trying to make out the outline of her fat tits against her clothing, but it still brought no response from the woman.

"There are things I must attend to," Judith said, slipping out of her apron and hanging it on a hook beside the sink.

Mrs. Miller's tits looked firm and thrusting, despite her age and their enormous size. But Billy's view was short lasting. In a few moments, the woman was out of the kitchen, the door swinging closed behind her.

Within a few steps of the side of the house, Billy was wiggling his toes in fine, pure white sand. The morning sun had warmed the dunes and felt good against his bare legs. Before going far, he slipped on a pair of dark glasses.

It took a little looking around, but Billy soon found his aunt, sitting off in a secluded spot near some huge rocks and trees. She was sitting in a beach chair, thumbing through a magazine. Beside her sat a portable bar, with a built-in radio.

Joan sat up and turned around when she heard Billy approaching from behind. She had a glass in one hand and a drunken smile spread across her face. Her eyes went wild when she saw just how well-built the teenager was. As he came closer, she imagined those muscular legs wrapped around her neck as she pumped her face in and out of his hot crotch.

Billy could hardly believe how his aunt looked. She was wearing the smallest string bikini he could imagine. Only the very tips of her swollen boobs were covered by tiny rectangles of fabric. Hardly more than a postage stamp covered her crotch. He could see the tight curls of her pubic hair swirling around the lower portion of her bathing suit.

"Welcome to the ocean," Joan said, making a sweeping gesture with her arm. "Come sit down," she continued, patting a chair that had been set up beside her.

A wide grin spread across Billy's face as he tossed his towel down onto the clean sand. The teen was glad his aunt was expecting him, gad she had brought a chair out for him. But most of all, he was glad she was sitting there in front of his eyes almost totally naked, showing off her thrilling body.

"Scotch and water, wasn't it?" Joan asked, leaning over the portable bar to fix her nephew and herself fresh drinks.

As Joan leaned to the side, she rolled her body onto her right hip. She knew she was treating the teen to a spectacular view of her naked ass. She could almost feel the heat of his stare delving deep into the crack of her ass.

"Scotch and water will be fine," Billy finally replied, the words sticking in his dry throat.

When Joan turned to give Billy his drink, her eyes flashed down between his legs. She was pleased to fine his cock rock-hard, pushing out the front of his suit. Her mouth watered as she guessed the size of the treasure imprisoned in his bathing trunks.

Joan and Billy didn't say much as they relaxed in the sun, enjoying their drinks. They grabbed quick peeks of each other's bodies. The hot sun made the booze they were drinking that much more potent. As soon as they were finished with their first round of drinks, Joan fixed them both another.

"Harry's very interested in you," Joan said, turning slightly toward the teen. "And he can do a lot for you," she continued, lifting her sunglasses so their eyes could meet. "I'm more than a little interested in you myself," she laughed, reaching out to caress his hard thigh. Joan's long, slender fingers felt exciting against Billy's bare skin. He could feel her sharp nails gently scratching him, and it sent shivers of lust racing up the teen's spine. His growing prick was beginning to ache as it was crushed against the material of his suit.

Joan's fingers grabbed the outline of Billy's cock and began massaging the throbbing lump of hot flesh. She thrilled to the sight of her nephew's handsome body going rigid beneath her touch.

Joan pulled her hand out of Billy's crotch as quickly as she had shoved it between his legs. She could hear the low moan in the teen's throat as she climbed to her feet.

"The sun's getting a little warm, dear," Joan said, her voice dripping with sex. "Let's go into the shade for a little while," she continued, standing directly in front of Billy's chair with her horny cunt pushed out toward him.

Joan didn't step out from in front of Billy when he stood up. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck just as she had at the airport two days before. Brushing the folds of his lightweight shirt out of the way, she snuggled her nearly bare tits against the teenager's hard chest.

But instead of kissing him on the cheek as she had done at the airport, Joan's mouth assaulted Billy's. She forced her tongue between his lips and teeth, deep into the moist heat of his mouth.

Billy pushed his hips forward, pressing his cock into the churning heat of his aunt's crotch. His hands reached around to the mounds of Joan's asscheeks as they kissed. He was thrilled at how smooth and cool her skin was. The feel of their bodies was another thing that Joan and her sister had in common, Billy realized.