Kathy Andrews: Billys Hot Mom

Donna arched her ass high, her hands leaving her cunt and jerking to her swollen tits. She dug her fingers brutally into her tits, feeling the pain, but it was pleasure-pain. She cried out as her orgasm burst, sending her naked body into spasms. She screamed loudly, her cunt sucking and gripping with powerful waves as she came.

Billy couldn't resist the tight contractions of his mother's cunt. He gave a howl and rammed his cock as fast into her convulsing cunt as possible. The spraying of his come juice along the greedy walls of her cunt sent Donna into a stronger orgasm. She started going through a whole series of orgasms, or else it was one long, very long, drawn-out orgasm. She didn't know and didn't care… she was coming hard with her son spurting his thick, sweet, creamy come juice into her starving cunt and that was all that mattered.

They strained together, Billy's cock pressing deep and hard.

With a final shudder, Donna's ass slumped, and Billy fell across his mother's naked body. For a long minute, Donna couldn't move. Then she closed her arms about him, hugging him against her tits tightly.

"You see, darling," she whispered. "You're all the man I'll ever need.

No one could ever take care of my hot cunt the way you do. Mother's pussy wants no other cock but yours."

But when Billy stood up, his cock drooping, she saw concern was still etched on his face.

Donna, sitting in her bath, wondered where Billy had gone off to.

He had left the house over an hour ago, and since he hadn't said where he was going, or when he would return, she wondered. It wasn't like him to go off without letting her know where he would be and when he would be home.

She leaned back in the tub, the fragrant bubbles bursting about her.

She loved to be clean, as clean as possible.

Yet, she loved to feel her son's piss all over her body, too. But that was different, she knew. Having her son piss on her was delicious and exciting and made her cunt tingle. That was fun, very much fun. But she loved to be clean, too. She could lie around in a puddle of her son's piss for hours, but after the excitement was gone, she had to bathe.

She wondered why her son was so concerned. She had tried hard to let him know that just because a woman had a hot cunt, that didn't mean she fucked anything and everything that got hard. But he was young, and he didn't understand those things, she felt. As he became older, he would know what she was talking about.

She ran soap over her flawless tits, washing her nipples. After a bit, she stood up in the tub, and soaped her cunt and ass carefully. Her pussy was quite hairy. She had once been worried about so much hair on her cunt, but discovered, as she grew older, that many men loved a hairy cunt.

She stood in the tub, the bubbly water below her knees. Spreading her legs, she pulled her pussy open, and, with lewd giggling, began to piss. The golden piss arced outward and splashed into the bubbles. She purred softly and ran her hand along her cunt as she pissed, enjoying the hot feel.

She cupped her hand, letting her piss pool in the palm, then lifted it to her face, washing about her cheeks. Cupping her palm again in the stream, she lapped at it like a puppy dog, giggling and feeling very wicked.

She was glad Billy enjoyed pissing. She was glad he pissed on her cunt and up her ass and into her mouth. She was glad he enjoyed letting her piss on him, and in his face. There was something intensely exciting about pissing and watching it splash into her son's face, or having him piss into her face. It was something she had fantasized for many years about, and now her son was making those fantasies come true.

The stream of piss weakened, and then dribbled. Donna ran her palm into her cunt and then licked her hand. Squatting in the tub, she splashed water over her pussy, then pulled the plug.

As she stepped out and reached for a towel, she heard the front door open, then close.

"Is that you, Billy?" she called.

"Yes, Mother."

"I'm in the bathroom, baby," she called. "Should I put something on?

Would you like for me to put those new panties on, the ones without the crotch in them?"

Suddenly, she jerked upright, clutching the towl.

Billy had come into the bathroom, but what startled her was he had someone with him.

"Billy! What the-"

The little girl had long blonde hair and huge blue eyes. Billy was holding her hand. The girl was small, not as tall as her son, and very young. The girl looked at Donna without blinking, squarely in the eye.

Her little mouth pouted cutely as her blue eyes took in the thrust of Donna's tits against the towel, her long legs beneath, and the fuzz of Donna's cunt that showed. The girl was dressed in a frilly skirt and blouse.

"This is Judy, Mother," he said, without a blush. "You know, one of the girls I told you about yesterday."

"But, Billy-"

"She wants to, Mother," Billy said. "I told her about you, what you wanted to do, and Judy agreed."

Billy pulled the little girl forward until she stood at his side. Donna saw a slender little beauty, a girl that looked at her with deep interest and no sign of embarrassment. Judy certainly didn't look like a girl who went around fucking every hard cock she saw. She looked sweet and innocent, as if she preferred dolls to boys. Billy had to be wrong, Donna thought. He must have made a mistake.

Billy saw his mother's unbelieving expression.

"Show her, Judy," he said.

The little girl stuck her thumb into her mouth, and lifted her skirt.

The panties were tight little-girl panties, and her thighs were lusciously exciting. There was a slight bulge where her succulent cunt was, Donna saw. As the little girl stood sucking her thumb and holding her skirt up, Billy hooked his finger into Judy's panties and drew them to one side.

"Oh, no, Billy!" Donna protested, but she was gazing at the sweet pink slit of Judy with a hunger. No hair.

Donna could not help herself. Her cunt puffed up and throbbed, her clitoris straining. She dropped the towel, and the little girl's blue eyes began to sparkle as she stared at Donna's naked body.

"What did Billy say to you, Judy?" Donna asked.

"He said you wanted to suck my pussy," Judy said bluntly, staring at Donna's hairy cunt with hot young eyes.

Donna looked at her son. Now she understood his concern the day before.

It wasn't that he was afraid she would tire of him and find another boy or man. He had been wanting to find her a juicy cunt to suck.

"Billy," she said softly, reaching for him. "She's so young. Are you sure about this?"

"Judy said you could, Mother," he said.

"Judy, have you ever done anything like this before?" Donna wanted to know.

"With my sister," Judy replied.

"Mother, Judy fucks all the time, and when she don't have a cock, she's with her sister, April. You'd like April, too."

"My sister and I suck each other off all the time," Judy said. "You wanna meet April?"

Donna didn't know how to answer that. Judy was very young.

"April got married a month ago," Judy said. "And I stay with them a lot. We fuck her husband all the time, together."

Donna realized Judy might look sweet and innocent, but she certainly wasn't.

"Maybe we could meet them both later," Donna said.

"Sure," Judy agreed.

Donna pulled her son and Judy from the bathroom. She was still wet from the tub, but no one minded then. She undressed Judy, taking her time, exposing those tiny tits. She couldn't resist sucking each in turn.

Billy stripped completely and sat in the middle of the bed, watching his mother undress Judy, his cock lifting into hardness.

When Judy stood naked, sucking her thumb shyly, Donna sucked in a loud breath of air.