Bob Kelly: Orgy with mom

"Move that ass of yours, bitch!" Billy screamed, digging his hands into Joyce's tits even harder. "Fuck back on my cock!" he ordered, thrusting his prick into the deepest recesses of her horny body.

Joyce could think of nothing except her son's pleasure and how she could satisfy him. She took his orders like a slave, pouring every ounce of her strength into carrying them out. She threw her whole body back against the charging assault of Billy's cock, sucking up the full length of his dick.

Joyce and Billy's bodies heaved in time with each other, bringing the boy and his mother closer and closer to their orgasms. Their grunts and groans filled the large bedroom, echoing in the silence.

Billy's shirt hung around his shoulders like a wet rag. The garment was soaked with his sweat, clinging to his athletic figure. His hard nipples were visible outlined against the thin material of his shirt.

Joyce had kicked off her high heels before climbing into bed, and her stockings were torn from her little episode at the foot of the stairs. She was sure her makeup had run and didn't need a mirror to know that she looked like a bitch straight out of hell.

All thought escaped Joyce's mind as Billy's prick slammed all the way into her ass and erupted. She could feel the spurting load splashing against the walls of her asshole. Her muscles tightened, struggling to suck every last drop of jism from her son's burning cock.

Billy had never imagined anything as wonderful as his mother's body. He could feel her ass sucking his prick, making him come like he had never come before. All the strength was drained from his body and he lay slumped over Joyce's back as he continued to shoot loads of jism deep into her asshole.

When he was finally through, Billy rolled off his mother's body, falling heavily beside her. His eyes were locked closed as he savored the last throes of his climax. He also needed a moment to catch his breath. A fucking like that took a lot out of a guy, he thought to himself.

Joyce had really gotten her brains fucked out, and it took her a little time to figure out where the hell she was. Her pleasures were well mixed with aches and pains, and she was a little afraid of moving. She felt as though she had been fucked by a horse.

But Joyce soon came around. She remembered her son lying beside her. Pulling herself together, she crawled over the bed until her face was over Billy's crotch. The smell of their fucking filled her nostrils, assaulting her senses. Holding her breath, she pushed her mouth down onto the boy's limp prick.

Billy just relaxed and allowed his mother to clean off his spent dick. After all, it was her asshole that he had shot off in, he thought to himself. It was only right that she should clean his cock off when they were done.

By the time their weekend together was over, Joyce and Billy had fucked every way imaginable. Her cunt, throat and asshole were well lined with his cum. Several bruises showed on her smooth skin from times when Billy had lost control. Those had been the times that she had become frightened.

But along with her fears, Joyce couldn't deny that her body had responded to her son's rough handling. She had never realized how delightful the passive role in sex could be. Billy's father had always enjoyed slamming her around a little, and she could see that his son had picked up this trait.

On Monday morning, Billy woke her up by shoving his cock up her asshole. Without so much as a good-morning kiss he dumped two loads deep in her bowels. With a quick slap on her right asscheeks, the stud climbed off her body and out of bed. He sauntered toward his own room to get dressed for school. Joyce made a mental note to make space in her closets for his things. After all, she didn't think he would be spending much time in his own room any more.

Random scenes from the weekend flashed through Joyce's mind as she listened to the distant sound of Billy's shower. If she had been able to summon up the strength, she would have headed straight for the bathroom and the prick that she knew hung between his legs.

Thinking of her son's cock, Joyce fell off to sleep for a few minutes. She awoke to the sound of his voice calling from across the room. Through half-opened eyes she saw him standing in the doorway, fully dressed.

"I have to leave for school, Mom," he said, glancing down at his watch. "I'll be home nice and early," he added, letting his gaze explore her naked, fucked-out cunt.

When Joyce saw where her son was looking, she opened her legs nice and wide. With his full attention focused on her dripping pussy, she reached between her thighs and rubbed her fingers hard against her clit.

The last thing that Billy wanted to do at that moment was to leave his horny mother hungry for his body. But he knew he couldn't be late for class that day. An important test was being given in his second-period English class. Missing that exam would really land his ass in a sling.

"I gotta go, Mom," Billy said.

Joyce was a little disappointed when she heard Billy's foot-steps on the stairs. In another moment she heard the front door slam closed behind him as he left. Billy was a good student and his mother understood. His level-headedness was reassuring.

Billy couldn't shake the image of his mother lying on her bed naked, fingering her sopping cunt. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't clear his mind. That English test was important, and he certainly hadn't had much of a chance to study during the weekend. Billy knew that he was in for a rough time.

Karen Forbes was used to the hot looks that her students lavished on her lush body. As a matter of fact, she damn well enjoyed them. Sometimes she would leave an extra button open on her blouse, knowing that every bastard would bust his ass trying to grab a look at her tits.

Karen noticed a slight change in Billy's behavior that day. She had chosen a particularly tight-fitting dress with a short hem and a plunging neckline. But Billy, usually her most attentive student, wasn't giving her ass a second look.

As he had expected, Miss Forbes' test was a real pisser. He had to fake his way through a lot of the questions and he was hoping that he could carry it off. He was doing well in her class up until that point, and he didn't want to start fucking things up.

"How'd it go?" Betty Miller asked, catching Billy on his way to his next class.

"I don't know. A couple of those questions really threw me for a loop," he replied, ignoring the heave of his girl friend's thrusting boobs.

"You must have been studying real hard," Betty said, sounding slightly peeved. "I expected you to give me a call over the weekend. By the way, you look a little sunk in. You must be studying a little too hard."

That was the first thought he had given to his promise to call her. They had been fucking for the past few months, and her wild body turned him on. Betty was the first chick that he had even gone to bed with on a steady basis, and she was also his first lay with any experience.

Betty Miller had been around plenty considering she was only eighteen. Her mature, full body made it easy for her to pass for twenty-one or twenty-five. Few eyes looked at anything but her big book when she was in the room.

Betty didn't like the idea that Billy had forgotten to call her.

"I guess you had a lot of things on your mind and just forgot to call," Betty continued, sounding even more annoyed.

Betty was afraid that she was losing her hold on Billy. As she stood before him, she made a special effort to push her tits out toward him. She could feel her nipples hard against the thin material of her blouse.

"Say, listen," Billy began. "I'm sorry about not calling. I was snowed under with things to do around the house this weekend. I just didn't have a chance to give you a ring."