Kathy Andrews: Billys Hot Mom

Fighting her feverish desire, Donna pulled her tits from him and stood up, her knees against his. Billy looked at his mother with longing, with stark, unabashed desire. He still held his cock, but she could see the swollen prickhead outlined by his pants.

"Oh, baby!" she hissed, dropping to her knees before him. With her eyes staring at his bulging cock, she placed her palms on his thighs, and slowly caressed upward. She gasped, held her breath, then gasped again.

"You're really hard this time, aren't you?"

Billy could only grunt a reply. They had never made a comment about his hard-on before. But Donna couldn't resist now, couldn't control the gnawing greed between her long legs.

Panting hotly, Donna shoved her son's hand off his cock. For a long moment she stared at the way his prick bulged up. Then, with a soft cry, she began fumbling at his pants, her fingers feverish and shaking.

Billy shivered as he saw what his mother was doing, but there was no way he could pull back, try to stop her. Like her, he was frozen with desire.

Opening his pants, Donna pulled the fly as wide as she could. With her finger hooking into his jockey shorts, she yanked them to one side, and Billy's cock burst of out his pants.

"Ohhhhh, Billy!" she gurgled softly.

His cock stood up six inches, hard as possible, the prickhead smoothly swollen. His small piss hole was wet with fuck juices, gleaming invitingly.

Donna closed her fist about her son's cock, testing the hardness by squeezing. The prickhead seemed to bulge more, and a clear bead of liquid bubbled from his piss hole. With her fist tight around his cock, she pressed down hard, bringing a groan of rapture from her son.

"My God, it's hard!" she gasped.

Billy shoved his ass toward the edge of the couch, spreading his knees wide. Donna leaned between his knees, her tits exposed. She pulled up on her son's cock, watching him drip. She made the cockhead bulge huge, her tongue flicking at her hot lips. Her eyes were glazed with erotic hunger, staring at his cock, perhaps seven or eight inches in front of her face.

"Oh, Billy, it's so very hard!" she whimpered. "So hard!"

Her fist moved, pumping up and down, but slowly.

"Mother, I don't think… please, Mother, be careful!" Billy gasped.

"Why be careful?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

"I don't wanna-please, Mother!"

Donna shoved her fist down hard at the base of his cock, her fingers very tight. Again she pulled up, watching the fuck juices bubble from the small slit of his piss hole. Then, with her fist still very tight, she pushed down once more.

"Mother!" Billy grunted.

Hot, thick come juice spewed from his cock.

"Ohhhhh!" Donna gasped, the first spurt splashing on her chin.

She began jacking her son's cock swiftly then. She raced her fist up and down, making him come. The squirts of hot come juice spattered against her cheek, her nose, even on her forehead. She made soft cries of pleasure as she jerked her son off, watching the white creamy juice gush from him, feeling the throbbing pulsations of his cock in her tight fist. Come juice splashed onto her tits, burning her flesh. Spunk dripped over her hand, drenching her face with the creamy wetness, then her tits. Donna's eyes misted aver dreamily, her cunt swelling as if trying to burst from the tight confines of her shorts.

"Oh, my God! Me, too!" she cried.

Her cunt contracted with tight heat, the pussy lips sucking and squeezing as an orgasm rumbled through her crotch like liquid fire. She was still coming when Billy finished. She clung to his cock tightly, delighted that he was still hard. Her hand was smeared with come juice, and spunk dripped about her face and tits. She wanted to kiss the head of his cock, but restrained herself. She licked at the corner of her lips, but tasted nothing.

"You came so much, Billy!" she said, surprised at how much come juice had come out of his young balls.

Billy, now that it was over, was unsure what more his mother wanted of him. He was embarrassed because he had come off in her face and on her tits, but his mother didn't seem to mind.

Donna understood what her son thought. She relaxed her grip on his cock. She stood up, swaying her hips, still staring at his cock. "You still have it hard, baby," she whispered in a thick sound.

She moved her hands to the back of her shorts. She hesitated a moment as she caught the tab of the zipper. She drew in a deep breath, her come juice coated tits arching up. The zipper went down, and Donna peeled her tight shorts from her hips.

Billy caught a peek at the hair of his mother's cunt, and his cock seemed ready to go off again.

Dropping her shorts, Donna slipped her legs around his, drawing her knees onto the couch, straddling her son's cock. Without touching his prick, she shifted her hips, and brushed the wet heat of his cock across her boiling cunt. The contact sent a tremor through her creamy flesh. Billy's prick stood up so hard and tight.

"What are you gonna do, Mother?" Billy choked, staring between her thighs.

"Hush!" she said, and when she felt the head of his cock at the slit of her cunt, she pushed downward. Slowly.

"Ohhhh, yes!" she moaned as she felt the pressure against her cunt, then the parting of her pussy lips. She lowered her crotch a little more, and the head of her son's cock penetrated her wet pussy. "Ohhhh, my God, Billy!"

Donna held herself with the head of her son's cock inside her cunt. The sensations were wild and sweet. Billy wondered if she was going to take all his prick inside her pussy, afraid to lift upward. The wet heat of her cunt on the head of his cock made him want to come again, made him want to shove, to fuck his cock as deep as he could into her cunt.

Donna twisted her ass, making a screwing motion. She whimpered softly and slipped down a bit more. The feel of her son's cock throbbing inside her sensitive cunt made her tingle from head to toe. Billy, although not sure what he was to do, couldn't stop himself from moving his hands to her thighs. He felt his mother's thighs for the first time, and moved his palms slowly along her smooth flesh. When his mother didn't say anything, he caressed her hips, back down her thighs again, then back to her hips.

But Donna, feeling her son's hands on her naked skin, almost half his cock stuffed into her bubbling cunt, whispered hotly to him. "Feel me, Billy! Feel my legs, feel my hips!"

Billy's hands became feverish now, running from his mother's knees to her hips, back and forth, time and again.

"Billy, it feels so good in me!" she hissed, and lowered herself down until every hard inch of her son's cock was inside her cunt. His prick felt deep in her, and the sensitive pussy lips seemed stretched deliciously. Her clitoris throbbed at the base of his cock, and she sat there, shivering with pleasure while he ran his hands from her knees to her hips.

With a shiver, Donna began to grind her crotch, smashing the lips of her cunt hard at the base of his cock. She purred softly, then began to lift and lower her cunt, fucking him slowly. Pulling her hands from the back of the couch, Donna gripped her son's shoulders, using the muscles of her thighs to fuck up and down his cock. She lifted her head, face toward the ceiling, eyes closed. Billy looked down at the way she was fucking him, but he couldn't see much, only the upper curls of her cunt hair. But he was feeling… he was feeling something so good he wondered if he would come again. His balls felt hard, with a slight aching in them.

"Ohhhh, so good!" Donna whispered throatily. "So good, Billy! Ahhhhh, you're so hard in me!"

Billy groaned, squeezing his mother's hips.

"Hold my ass, baby!" Donna gasped. "You can hold mother's ass!"

Billy's hands moved immediately past her hips. He cupped the cheeks of his mother's smooth ass, feeling the heat of them. Donna lifted and lowered her crotch on his cock, fucking him slowly, but with increasing force. She wailed and hissed, mewled and moaned.