Bob Kelly: Orgy with mom

"For chrissakes," the well-built blonde moaned, "I was in the shower." Barbara shivered, wrapping the towel tighter around her wet body.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby," Karen replied. "I wish I was there to help you dry yourself off," she continued, dropping her voice into a sexy whisper.

"I wouldn't mind that myself," Barbara mused, dropping her hand between her legs as she patted her cunt dry.

Karen was glad that Barbara really wasn't in a bad mood. It was obvious she had spent the morning and most of the afternoon having her pussy licked by her students. Being teacher-adviser to the cheerleaders was a natural job for the sexy-looking gym instructor. Barbara had already shoved her tongue up into most of the girls' twats.

"Did you have a good workout this afternoon?" Karen teased, knowing that Barbara needed her shower to wash the grass stains off her ass.

Barbara laughed, enjoying her roommate's sense of humor. Her fingers still worked hard between her smooth thighs, even though her cunt was dry. She had to drop down into the chair beside the phone. Her legs had grown weak as she massaged her clitoris.

Karen could hear the change on her roommate's voice. She could hear Barbara's breathing deepen. She could hear the woman's lips brushing against the mouthpiece of the phone as she spoke.

Barbara listened as Karen explained about the party she wanted to throw that evening. It seemed like a great idea. They would have the whole Lankin house to play in, and Barbara promised to get all the girls together in time.

Billy was just stuffing his cock back into his pants as he turned the corner down his block. He had taken the long way home from the airport, showing off his driving skill and hoping that he would pass someone he knew.

Billy got his wish as he pulled up in front of his house. Tom, Bob, Eddie and Stan were hanging out, bullshitting with one another. They all crowded around the car as he pulled it up to the curb. Eddie stood on the passenger side, reaching in and feeling up Joyce's fat tits.

"Pretty sharp, pretty sharp," Bob said, envious of his friend sitting behind the wheel of the expensive car.

"Some tan you got there," Stan added.

"Hey," Billy replied, "it's good seeing you guys. Why don't you come iii for a little smoke and a little drink?" he graciously invited his friends.

"That's all?" Eddie laughed, gripping his hands around Joyce's right tit and twisting the shit out of it.

All five teens howled at Joyce's humiliation. There was nothing she could do except sit there and enjoy the teenager's rough treatment. Billy had been very clear about her being very friendly with his pals.

Joyce didn't know what the hell to say about Karen sitting nude up in her bedroom. There was really no way of bringing it up to her son as his friends played with her body. She was wondering how Karen was going to react to the unexpected guests. Neither of them had figured on this turn of events.

In another moment, Joyce and Billy were piling out of the car, leading the four teens they had met to the front door. The horny woman walked a little ahead of the others, showing off the swirl of her saucy ass. She wanted to show her son that she had not forgotten his rules about being friendly to his pals.

Billy and his friends stopped dead in their tracks the moment they stepped into the living room. None of them had expected the sight that greeted them, smiling up from the large, leather-covered sofa dominating the room.

Karen had moved from the bedroom downstairs, and was sitting on the couch, sipping a tall drink. For Billy's arrival, she had slipped on her tight-fitting jeans. The faded material caressed her firm thighs and ass, showing off the deep crack between her asscheeks. The garment fit so snugly, she knew the teens looking between her legs could see the outline of her soft, hungry cuntlips.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Billy asked, his eyes jumping from one naked tit to the other.

Karen took her time answering her student's question. She was enjoying all the attention her wild body was receiving. She hadn't expected Joyce to bring back so many good-looking studs, and she couldn't have been happier. The five best cocks in school were standing before her, digging the ripe fruit hanging on display for their benefit.

"I came over yesterday to talk to your mother." Karen replied, leaning back into the comfortable couch and spreading her legs until everyone could see the damp spot staining the crotch of her pants. "To talk about you," she continued, pointing her hard, dark nipples directly at the handsome teenager.

"I meant to tell you, darling," Joyce began, wrapping a soft arm around her son's waist, "but we got into other things," she explained, dropping a hand down to her cunt.

Billy's cock was as hard as a steel rod as he watched his wild-assed English teacher begin pressing her long, slender fingers hard against her pussy. He could see the damp spot getting darker and bigger as she kept it up for a while.

Stan had heard a lot about Billy's mother, but he hadn't had a chance to try her out yet. As a matter of fact, that's what he, Tom, Bob and Eddie had been bullshitting about when Joyce's car pulled up. His buddies were telling him what a tramp Mrs. Lankin was. Stan thought she was the wildest-looking piece of ass he had seen in his eighteen-year-old life. Even with the slutty teacher sitting there, her fat tits hanging out, he only had eyes for Billy's mother.

Joyce was thrilled when she felt the teen's hand resting on her right asscheek. In the blur of faces and cocks that filled her mind, she wasn't sure whether Stan's prick was a past victory. One way or the other though, she was going to get a good taste of his cum before the day was through. Joyce promised herself that as she pushed her firm ass hard against the teen's strong hand.

"Sit down, guys," Karen announced, jumping to her feet. "Make yourselves comfortable while I get us all some drinks."

Contented grunts slipped from the teens' throats as they took up their teacher's suggestion in another second, the room began filling up with grass and hash smoke. All eyes were focused on Karen's hot little ass as she busied herself at the bar. Each stud cheerfully called out his order as she loaded the large tray with their drinks.

Joyce was getting hotter and hotter just thinking about Stan's prick. She was glad that Karen was putting on such a delightful performance. It gave her a chance to pull the teen off to the side, have his burning dick all to herself. With his hand sneaking up under her skirt, she led him into a corner of the room, to an overstuffed armchair.

Stan's cock was already bloated to full size when the tips of his fingers found their way to the tight ring of her asshole. The slut hadn't worn panties. She rammed back against his hand, trying to push a finger into the steaming hole of her shit box.

But Stan was too inexperienced to understand Joyce's need to have her ass fucked. He thought his touch was annoying her. When he flopped down onto the chair, he let his fingers slip from the deep crack of her ass.

"Why the fuck did you stop fingering my asshole, darling?" Joyce asked, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Did you want to slam your dick up there instead?" she continued, grinding her mouth down onto his trembling lips.

Stan certainly wasn't stupid. Joyce was humping her ass against the growing bulge in the front of his pants. The thought of shoving his cock up her shit box made his prick grow even thicker. With her skirt bunched up high around her waist, he could feel the burning heat of her naked skin on his lap.

Joyce liked the feel of her lover's prick, but she wanted more than just the feel of it. She wanted to feel that burning tool fucking away at her mouth, her cunt, and her tight-ringed asshole. She wanted to feel his cum filling her up. She wanted to taste the sweetness of his jism.