Bob Kelly: Orgy with mom

Billy could actually feel muscles deep in his aunt's body sucking away at his cock as he pressed deeper and deeper into her shit box. His dick was scalded by the heat from her bowels. As he plowed Joan's asshole, Billy reached around to his aunt's tits. His strong fingers dug into her firm meat, enjoying the way her body bucked beneath his pumping prick.

"Shake that fuckin' ass of yours!" Billy screamed, his hips shooting forward to sink his shaft even deeper into her ass.

Joan was more than happy to comply with her stud's wishes. He had to hold on for dear life as she twisted and thrashed beneath him, driving his cock to the deepest recesses of her wanton body.

Billy rode his aunt's body like a bronco buster. His balls ached and he fought back the urge to shoot his load into her asshole that very minute.

"Oh baby! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Joan screamed, slamming two fingers up her own cunt.

Joan ground her palm into her throbbing clitoris as she fingered herself. The tips of her fingers could feel the pressure of Billy's cock thrusts against the thin walls of her twat. She massaged his mighty tool through her cunt.

Billy couldn't hold back his surging orgasm forever. When he felt his aunt climaxing beneath him, the teen let loose a hot flood of cum into Joan's asshole. He could feel his own cock soaking in the thickness of his creaming jism.

Before returning to the house that afternoon, Joan had taken a cuntful and another mouthful of Billy's cum. She couldn't have been more impressed with his performance. She intended to encourage her husband's generous behavior.

And she had a chance to be impressed again and again during the following week. Every time Harry wasn't looking, Joan found a way to take another of Billy's loads into her horny body. It had been a long time since she had been so well fucked, and she made up her mind to enjoy every second of it.

Joyce enjoyed a few days of being left alone but soon grew to miss her son terribly. She spent all her time finger-fucking herself and thinking about Billy. To make things more realistic, she bound her hands and feet with heavy ropes. As she worked on her clit, she strained against her bonds, digging the coarse material into her soft, sensitive skin.

Of course, those little fantasies weren't anywhere near as good as the real thing, but they did make her cunt all wet and happy. To help things out even more, she kept some pictures she and her son had taken together with a Polaroid camera.

Joyce's eyes danced from one picture to the next. She looked at pictures of her face with Billy's dick rammed down her throat, shoved in her cud or up her ass. She really pumped her pussy as her eyes scanned a photo of her face lost in the deep crack of her son's ass. The remote control switch on the camera allowed them to pose in wild, sexy ways.

That Friday afternoon, Joyce knew she would have to drag herself out of bed and go to the store. Billy was due home in two days, and she wanted to make sure that the house was well stocked with all the things that her son liked to eat and drink.

Joyce returned from the supermarket and the liquor store at about four o'clock. When she pulled her car into the driveway, she saw Billy's friends, Bob, Tom and Eddie. It was the first time she had seen them since the night of the party the previous week. She wasn't quite sure how to act as the three teenagers turned toward her.

"How are you, Mrs. Lankin?" Tom said, snickering at the false formality in his manner. "Let me give you a hand with that," he continued, taking the loaded bag from her arms.

As Tom reached around the paper sack, he let his hands brush across the swells of Joyce's braless tits. He could feel her hard nipples through the thin blouse she was wearing. He laughed in her face as a shiver of lust traveled up her spine.

"You got anything for me?" Bob added, seeing the little trick Tom had pulled, and jealous for a feel of Mrs. Lankin's juicy boobs.

"Hey," Eddie spoke up, "I thought you were taking Billy down to Florida."

"I wasn't feeling quite up to going on vacation," Joyce began. "A little tired out," she added, smiling warmly over her shoulder at the handsome teenagers. "But Billy went down to spend a week with my sister and brother-in-law."

"You mean you're all alone?" Tom asked, stepping a little closer to the sexy woman.

"I'm afraid so," Joyce replied, licking her lips as she allowed her eyes to travel down to the teen's crotch.

Joyce turned toward her house. The smile on her lips told the teens everything they needed to know. Mrs. Lankin was more than ready for anything they could think up. As a matter of fact, she knew she could think of a few tricks of her own.

The blood began pounding in her brain as she led the three teens to her door. She hoped no nosy neighbors were watching her invite the teens into her house. Her fingers trembled as she unlocked the front door.

Bob stepped up beside her as she tried to make the key work. She could sense the strength in his hard, athletic body. Joyce's cunt was throbbing with desire for the teenage stud.

"Let me give you a hand with that," Bob said, dropping a hand to the firmness of Joyce's left asscheek.

Joyce gasped at the teen's boldness. Of course she had let the very same teens fuck her blind the week before. It was hard to keep them at arm's length when each had ripped into her cunt, asshole and mouth with their raging cocks.

Joyce was finally able to get the door open. It was a relief to be out of the bright sunlight and away from prying eyes. The cool air inside made her skin tingle with excitement.

Bob and Eddie headed straight for the bar while Tom went into the kitchen with the bag he was carrying. Joyce's throat really felt dry and she asked the teens to fix her a nice big drink.

"Here you go," Bob laughed, holding out a full bottle of Scotch.

Tom had returned to the living room and all three teens laughed at Bob's little joke. Joyce joined in their laughter, wanting to show them that she had a good sense of humor. Playing along, she took the bottle from the teen, lifted it to her lips and swung her head back. She didn't stop swallowing till Scotch ran over her lips and down to stain her thin blouse.

"Come here, you cunt," Eddie said, his voice suddenly taking on a cruel edge.

Joyce hurried to answer Eddie's call. She stood in front of him as he took a joint out of his pocket and brought it to his lips. He took a pack of matches out of the same pocket and handed it to Billy's mother.

"Light it!" Eddie ordered.

Joyce quickly did as she was told. Striking a match, she held it to the tightly rolled tip of the joint. Eddie reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing hard. All the teens laughed as the match burned down to Joyce's fingertips. They all enjoyed the tortured look on her face.

Bob and Tom moved to either side of Joyce. They both grabbed her ass through the material of her skin-tight jeans. She could feel their hard cocks pressing against her thighs as they snuggled up close, humping against her body while Eddie had his sadistic fun.

Joyce kept her eyes shut as she listened to the rasping sound of the teenagers' laughter. She couldn't keep herself from responding to their savage lust. She could feel the blood racing through her body.

Eddie started passing the joint around while Joyce took another deep swallow out of her Scotch bottle. She hoped the booze would take control quickly. She had an idea that these studs were going to get rough. Her mind was filled with all the disgusting, perverted things they had done to her. It made her cunt quiver with anticipation.

"Let's get her up into the bedroom," Bob said.

"Yeah," Tom agreed. "I don't want to bust my ass on that hard floor again," he said, tightening his hold on Joyce's left asscheek.