Bob Kelly: Orgy with mom

When her three lovers pulled themselves off her body, Joyce knew that she was a mess. Watching their limp pricks hanging down between their legs, she was reminded about how much hard fucking she had just taken. Just moving into a comfortable position was tough as hell.

Tom slumped over to the dresser against the wall and picked up the bottle that Joyce had left beside the turntable. He coughed on his first slug, but took another one right away. The booze immediately made him feel a little stronger. He pressed the bottle to Eddie as he flopped back down onto the bed.

"Lady," Tom said, reaching out and grabbing Joyce's ass, "you sure can fuck!"

Bob had dragged himself over to an overstuffed arm chair and plopped himself down into it. His dick was really drained, and it rested heavily on the seat between his legs. From where the teen was sitting, he had a perfect view of Joyce. She was lying on her stomach, her sweet ass facing him. He could see his own cum rolling down her ass-crack.

Eddie sat up straight, took the bottle from Tom and wolfed down a long swallow. The strong fluid burned his dry throat, but he held back the gagging reflex. After the first drink, the teen took a second, longer belt.

Joyce was just starting to clear the cobwebs from her mind. Every muscle in her body ached. Every bone in her body felt broken. One thing was sure, she needed a good stiff drink to get her head back on straight.

"How about giving me a drink?" Joyce said, rolling onto her side.

"Sorry," Tom said, draining the last drops from the bottle. "You're just gonna have to get us some more," he told her, tossing the empty bottle onto the floor.

"Yeah," Bob agreed. "And get the grass out of my pocket before you go," he told her.

Joyce was careful not to disturb Tom or Eddie as she climbed out of bed. The pain was beginning to die down a little as she stood up, but her legs were weak and she was afraid of falling. Cum dribbled from her asshole, cunt and mouth.

Bending down to look in Bob's pants for his grass, Joyce did stumble down to her knees. The flop of her big tits and ass brought howls of laughter from the teens. When she found the stuff, she didn't bother getting back on her feet. She brought the pot to Bob crawling on her hands and knees, letting her ripe tits sway back and forth as she moved toward him.

Bob gave Joyce's tits a good feel as he reached out to take the knotted, plastic bag. She leaned forward, pushing her face between his legs. As he watched, she pressed a hot kiss to the head of his spent cock. She thrilled to the taste of his cum and her shit coating his tool.

"The matches are over here on the floor," Eddie called out. "Right where you left them before," he added, reminding her of their sadistic game earlier.

Joyce hadn't forgotten. Lifting her face from between Bob's legs, she turned to get the matches. She was acting like a trained dog and knew the teens were enjoying the entertainment. She was sure Bob liked the view of her fucked-out asshole.

After finishing her tasks, Joyce crawled out of the room. She wiggled her ass wildly to give everyone a thrill. They were calling her filthy names and laughing as she looked back over her shoulder. Her lips were curled into a lewd, sensual smile. Very slowly, she drew them into a kiss. She imagined she was pressing them against her son's throbbing prick.

Joyce watched her son's plane taxi in after the landing. She was standing by the gangway as the giant 747 was locked into place and made ready to unload. She stood on her toes to see over the heads of the first departing passengers.

She was genuinely excited. Joyce had missed her son and was glad to have him back. After all the fucking she had enjoyed while he was away, the proud mother liked her son's brutal technique the very best.

At the first sight of her teenage stud, Joyce began to jump and wave. More than a few nearby men turned to watch the woman's fat tits and firm ass wiggling beneath the summer-weight cotton dress she was wearing. The outline of her rock-hard nipples was clear against the front of the garment.

"Billy! Billy!" Joyce called out, rushing forward against the flow of exiting passengers.

"Hello, Mom," Billy replied, pushing past some of the other people leaving the plane.

Billy dropped his suitcase beside him as Joyce threw herself into her arms. He compared the feel of her body to Joan's. She felt firmer, more exciting. Her tits thrust forward with more strength, her hard nipples burning through the layers of their clothing.

Joyce snuggled her crotch against Billy's, not worrying about who might be watching. She was too thrilled by the feel of his cock responding to the roll of her hungry cunt. She could feel him pressing back and was glad she hadn't bothered wearing anything beneath her thin dress.

Joyce and Billy laughed and joked as they walked to her car. Their thighs brushed against each other as they moved, Joyce was really thrilled at how happy her son looked to be home. And his deep tan made her cunt throb with desire.

Joyce let her son drive home. He didn't have a license but she knew how much he enjoyed it. With him behind the wheel, it gave her a chance to cop a quick suck of his prick.

It was good to be home, Billy had to admit. In the short time he had been in Florida, he had forgotten just what a great mouth his old lady had. His dick was getting harder and harder as she pushed more of it down her throat.

Joyce sucked air through her nose as she slobbered her mouth up and down the thick shaft of her son's prick. She held back the urge to gag as Billy pushed the blunt tip of his cock hard against the back of her throat.

Joyce knew she should have told her son that Karen Forbes was waiting back at the house. She was frightened that he wasn't going to like the surprise they had planned for his welcome home.

Joyce and Karen had spoken of Billy the night before. Mrs. Lankin was so proud of her son that she told his teacher all about the things they had done together. By the time she was finished with her story, Karen made her promise that she could try the little bastard out. As she reached under Billy to cup his balls, she hoped that her son would be pleased with what she and his teacher had planned.

Billy almost drove off the side of the road when his cock exploded. The sound of his mother's slaving mouth filled the car as he rammed his prick as deep into her throat as it would go. He had stored up a lot of cum looking at the stewardesses on the flight and he was glad for the chance to blow it off.

Joyce didn't lose one drop of her son's jism. He tasted as sweet as always. Nothing else made her stomach feel so warm and comfortable. She liked the way the thick cream coated her throat as it dripped into her quivering belly.

Karen had a side to the plan that she hadn't told Joyce Lankin about. It was Sunday afternoon, the day that her perverted roommate trained the girls' cheerleading squad. Barbara Gilbert had shown Karen just hew well disciplined her girls were, and Karen was looking forward to introducing her roommate and her twenty cheerleaders to Joyce and her son.

Actually Karen knew that there would be no need to introduce Billy to most of those girls. The observant teacher had seen just about every sexy bitch wiggle her ass at the handsome teen. She knew Billy Lankin was considered the best stud in school. As a matter of fact, she had thought about trying the teenager's cock out and was glad to get the chance.

Lighting one of the joints that Joyce had left on the table beside the bed, Karen leaned up to the phone and dialed the number of her apartment. The phone rang twelve times before Barbara answered it.

"Hi, sugar," Karen said. "What the hell took you so long picking up the phone?"