Bob Kelly - Orgy with mom

After leaving, Billy had bullshitted with the guys down by the school field before giving Betty a call. He liked the idea that she was waiting by the phone. She picked it up on the first ring.

Betty's voice was cool and sweet. She was glad that he hadn't forgotten about their date. She needed a good taste of his hard, young body. Her cunt throbbed to feel him stuffing his hot prick deep into it.

"My folks are home, baby," Betty told him. "We'll have to find someplace else."

"Don't worry about that," Billy smirked. "I've got something special set up for tonight."

"Sounds wild, Billy," Betty eagerly replied. "What's up?"

"No, baby. This is going to be a surprise," Billy told his girl friend. "But I will tell you this. It'll make up for me not calling you on the weekend."

"What the hell are we doing wasting time on the phone?" Betty laughed. "Get the hell over here!"

"I'll see you in about ten minutes," Billy said.

Billy enjoyed the walk to Betty's house. The sun had already gone down and it was starting to cool off. The air was clean and sweet-smelling. The walk gave him a chance to imagine the scene that was going to unfold that night. His thoughts ran wild as he turned over all the possibilities in his hand.

Betty was waiting for Billy in front of her house. Her parents were a bore and she didn't want Billy to get one of their usual third degrees. She had lost more than one good piece of cock because of her nosy old man. And her mother was worse. Betty was sure that the old bitch was jealous!

"Still not going to tell me anything?" Betty asked, wrapping her arm in Billy's as they walked down the street.

Betty had a great body and she made sure Billy noticed it. As they walked, she pressed her big, braless tit hard against the top of his arm. She was sure he could feel her hard nipple through the thin material of his T-shirt.

"I'm going to take you to meet my mother," Billy said, trying hard to act very straight.

"What?" Betty said, stopping dead in her tracks. "You're taking me where?"

"You heard me right, baby. This seems like a good night for you to meet Mom," he replied, having a hell of a time not laughing.

"Sounds like a lot of laughs," Betty said sarcastically. "We can all sit around playing Scrabble."

Billy was having a good time. He liked the idea of surprising Betty, leading her on without giving away the secret. There was no doubt in Billy's mind that his girl friend and his mother would get along just fine. They were both horny bitches and he had enough hard cock to satisfy the two of them.

Betty could see the glimmer of excitement in Billy's eyes and knew that he was holding back on her. But she decided that she liked the idea of being surprised. She had never met Mrs. Lankin and was more than a little curious about the woman. One thing she knew for sure. Betty had one hell of a night in store for herself.

Joyce nervously checked the time on the kitchen clock. Two and a half hours had gone by and she was getting just a little impatient for her son's return. She strode over to the hallway closet and pulled the door open. She gave herself a good looking over in the mirror hanging on the inside of the door. She was more than happy with her appearance.

Joyce was wearing a tight black party dress. The garment featured a neckline that plunged to her waist and a hem that hardly covered her hungry cunt. Dark stockings clung to every curve of her legs and thighs and high heels graced her delicate feet.

As usual, Joyce was a little unsteady on her feet from all the booze that she had drunk in the last hour. She almost didn't hear the key in the door when Billy returned. She turned to meet him, a wide, lewd smile curling up the corners of her mouth.

Betty was nervous as hell as she allowed Billy to usher her into the dark foyer. She could feel his hand on her waist slip down to the top curve of her right asscheek. She didn't think it was a good idea to meet Billy's mother with his finger shoved up her asshole.

Joyce was shocked when she saw Betty beside her son, standing in the doorway. Her vision was blurred by the booze she had consumed, but the sexy tilt of Betty's full, rounded hips was clear through the haze.

Billy instantly grasped the situation and took over. He knew he was boss. Neither Joyce nor Betty dared challenge him. With a triumphant smile spread across his face, he wrapped an arm around his girl's soft, hot body and led her into the living room.

The half-full glass almost slipped from Joyce's trembling fingers as she watched the two teenagers moving closer. She was still having one hell of a time focusing her eyes and decided to have another good belt of Scotch.

"This is my mom," Billy said proudly. "And Mom," he continued, turning toward his speechless mother, "this is Betty."

Betty was almost knocked on her ass by the sight of Billy's old lady. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined Joyce Lankin as she saw her on the couch at that moment. The woman was one nice piece of ass and looked as horny as hell. She was obviously drunk out of her mind to boot.

Joyce didn't know what to say or do. She felt naked. The hem of her skirt had bunched up around her waist. She couldn't control the trembling of her tits as the plunging neckline of her dress revealed their thrusting fullness.

"Please to meet you, Mom," Betty laughed, her eyes traveling up and down the length of Joyce's legs.

Joyce squirmed on the couch, tugging at the hem of her skirt as she tried to cover part of her exposed ass. She wished that she could cover her half-naked tits.

"Billy never told me about you," the bold teenager said, reaching out and wrapping her fingers around one of Joyce's wrists. "I'm gad he finally decided to introduce us," she added, flashing her boy friend a wide, lewd smile.

When Betty grabbed her hand, Joyce realized that all was lost. There was no need to even try to retain some modesty. The wild look in Betty's eyes told her that she would have two masters that night.

Billy could see the excitement passing between Betty and his mother and it turned him on. He had heard stories about his girl friend and other chicks whispered in the locker rooms. His cock was growing harder by the second as he watched Betty slide down onto the sofa beside his mother. He watched her wrap a slender arm around Joyce's bare shoulders.

The blood pounded in Joyce's brain as she felt the hot swells of Betty's tits pressing against her. She could feel the girl's strong fingers massaging into her shoulder.

Betty could feel Joyce's entire body trembling in her arms. She bent forward and pressed a warm, moist kiss to the side of the older woman's neck. Her hand slipped from Joyce's shoulder to the top of her big tit.

Chills raced through Joyce's bloodstream as Betty's fingertips toyed with her throbbing nipples. She could feel the sharp edges of the girl's fingernails against her sensitive flesh.

In another moment, Betty's lips replaced her fingers. She caught Joyce's right nipple gently between her teeth and whipped the rough underside of her tongue across the throbbing nub. Her mouth made a loud, wet sound as she tasted Billy's mother.

Joyce was quickly becoming lost to the world. She had no idea how wonderful a woman's mouth could feel. It was obvious that Betty was no amateur when it came to turning another girl on. She knew just what to do.

Betty lifted her face from Joyce's tits and smiled lewdly at the woman's son. Her eyes moved lower on his body and caught sight of the fat bulge between his legs. Billy had pulled his zipper down and let his fat cock flop out. His prick was almost fully erect and its size made Betty's mouth water.

"What the fuck are you doing all the way over there?" Betty asked, not taking her eyes off the thickness of his dick. "Bring that yummy hunk of meat the hell over here," she continued, turning her attentions back toward the boy's mother.