Bob Kelly: Orgy with mom

"What do you think, baby?" Joyce asked again, her eyes focused between her son's legs as she caught sight of his fully erect cock.

Joyce's eyes went wide when she realized that his cock was even bigger than his old man's. Luckily her cunt was sopping wet to take the full thickness of his proud tool. She laughed out loud as she thought about wrapping her hungry lips around that shaft of prick meat, or feeling its swollen head exploding deep within her throat.

"You have beautiful breasts, Mom," Billy said, the fingers of his right hand tightening around his cock.

"Breasts!" Joyce roared with laughter. "First you call me a bitch, then you get all formal and call my fat tits breasts," she said, digging her fingers deeper into the ripe melons of her boobs.

The sound of dirty words coming from his mother's lips was a real turn-on. He finished his drink and placed the empty glass on a table beside the sofa. Then both hands were free to work away on his cock.

"I guess it's not fair to have you judge my tits without really being able to see them," Joyce said, ignoring the last compliment he had paid her marvelous body. "Would you like me to take my bra off, darling? All you have to do is ask, Billy. You can have anything you want, baby," she continued. "All you have to do is take what you want."

"Strip for me, Mom. Let me look at your tits and your ass and your curd!" Billy said excitedly, increasing the pace of his hard-working hands on his cock.

Responding to her son's eagerness, Joyce got a sudden inspiration. Turning slowly, careful not to fall off her high heels, she turned toward an elaborate stereo system, built into the bookcase at the far end of the room. She searched through the records until she found one that she knew Billy dug. Boosting the volume and bass controls, the room was filled with the wild throbbing of the country's latest rock group.

"So you'd like to see me strip, would you?" Joyce said, stepping back in front of the sofa. "Well sit back and enjoy it, darling," she told him, slowly beginning to roll her hips and ass in time with the music.

Billy's eyes began at his mother's thighs and slowly traveled up the length of her fantastic body. His eyes lingered on the firmness of her thighs and delved into the damp spot between her legs. By the time Billy turned his attention to Joyce's thrusting tits, she had already undone the clasp on the back of her bra. With both hands, she held the tiny garment to her tits. She was more than enjoying the firmness of her own touch on her firm boobs, but she was looking forward to the eagerness of Billy's hungry hands.

"Here, baby," Joyce announced, tossing the bra into a corner of the large room, "have yourself a nice long look!"

Billy didn't need another invitation to dig his old lady's wild boobs. The moment she took the bra off, her melons started bouncing and heaving with each breath. His mouth watered for a taste of those big tits.

Joyce couldn't take her eyes off the sight of Billy's prickhead poking its way through his fingers as he pumped himself off. She was hoping that her son would have enough self-control to refrain from shooting off into thin air. It would be such a waste of sweet cum, Joyce thought to herself.

Joyce danced like a bitch in heat, thrashing her arms and legs in all directions at once. Without her bra, her fat tits bounced happily. Her nipples were as hard as rocks and she could just imagine the feel of her son's soft mouth sucking away at the sensitive tips of her boobs.

"Now tell me what you think of these tits, baby," Joyce growled, holding her breasts out as she walked toward the sofa.

Billy couldn't speak. But the moment his mother was close enough, he charged off the couch, wrapped his arms around Joyce's back and sunk his teeth into the firm, hot flesh of her thrusting tits.

"Go, honey, go!" Joyce urged, massaging her fingers into the back of her son's neck. "That's it, baby. Suck Mommie's tits. Suck them nice and hard!"

The sound of Billy's mouth on Joyce's tits filled the room. He could feel the shocks of excitement shooting through her body as his hands moved lower on her back. Her muscles tensed as she felt the boy's fingers on the waistband of her panties. As he sucked away at the thrusting flesh of her tits, Billy's hands were busy rolling down his mother's panties.

Billy's fingers trembled as they brushed over the deep crack of Joyce's ass. He couldn't resist exploring the hidden recess, and he traced the full length of the crevice before coming to rest on the tight ring of her asshole.

Joyce held her breath as she felt her son's fingers playing with her asshole. Her surprise and admiration for his sexual skills continued to mount by the minute. She cursed herself for all the time wasted getting up the nerve to taste his sweet body.

Joyce stepped from her rolled-up panties when she felt Billy guiding the garment off. She felt his hands working up and down the expanse of her legs and thighs while his mouth remained glued to the throbbing nipple of her right tit.

Gently pressing down on Billy's shoulders, Joyce got her son to lower his lips to the more urgent quivering of her sopping curd. Aware of just what his mother wanted, the boy offered no resistance to her wishes.

Joyce could see that Billy was as delighted as his father would have been to have a clean shot at her pussy while she was still wearing her stockings. On his hands and knees before her, Joyce spread her legs even further apart. Without looking, she knew that a fresh stream of cunt juice was sliding down her inner thighs. She responded to the hungry lapping of her son's tongue as he cleaned up those juices.

"Come on, baby, let's really go to town!" Joyce announced, literally tossing herself down onto the sofa.

It was Billy's turn to be surprised by the suddenness of his mother's actions. One moment he was tasting the most wonderful cunt in the whole world and the next moment it was gone. When he opened his eyes, he saw Joyce on the sofa.

Joyce Lankin was a woman possessed. She slumped down into the leather sofa with her legs straight up in the air. She kept them held high and wide, letting the cool air in the room kiss her damp pussy. When she had Billy's full attention, she reached down between her legs and parted the full, throbbing lips of her cunt with her manicured fingertips.

Billy was motionless as he stood on his knees staring into the horny cunt of his mother. The warm, sweet taste of her pussy was still on his lips, and he could still taste her juices on the tip of his tongue.

"It's not nice to keep your mother waiting," Joyce said, humping her cunt up toward Billy as his eyes delved into her hot crotch.

The boy didn't need any other invitation. He dove between his mother's legs like a starving man finding food after two weeks of going hungry. His trembling fingers pulled her thighs further apart. His tongue found the hard, throbbing nub of her clitoris. Then, very gently, he wrapped his teeth around her clit and began sucking away.

Joyce was going out of her mind with lust. Billy was everything that she had hoped he would be, and even more. Responding to the loving of his skilled mouth, she lifted her entire ass off the couch, pushing his face deeper into her cunt.

"Yes, baby! Yes… yes… yes…" Joyce moaned, digging her sharp nails into his neck and shoulders.

Joyce pulled her back away from the sofa as she strained to watch her son sucking away at her pussy. The sight of Billy's head bouncing wildly between her thighs turned her on even more. She pounded her cunt against the boy's face again and again, each time bringing her lust to a greater level of intensity.

For Billy, his most wonderful dreams were coming true at that moment. No longer would he have to sneak looks at his mother's glorious body. No longer would he fall asleep pulling his cock while the images of Joyce's fat tits danced in his brain.