Kathy Andrews - Billys Hot Mom

"Oh, Billy, hold my ass!" she yelped.

Billy's hands grasped the cheeks of his mother's ass, and Donna began to churn around, lifting and plunging her cunt down faster and harder onto his cock. She made soft, wet slapping sounds as she rammed down onto his prick. Her clitoris was scraping along the very hard shaft of his cock.

"Squeeze me, Billy!" she sobbed. "Squeeze mother's ass tight! Ohhh, hold my ass! God, it's so good! This is wonderful, baby! Ohhhh, hold mother's ass tight! Squeeze mother's ass! Ahhhh, yes, darling!"

Billy's grip on the cheeks of her ass enhanced the boiling sensations she felt in her cunt. With wild, wicked cries of ecstasy, Donna tossed her hips about, thrashing up and down on his cock. She listened to the wet sounds her cunt made, her eyes still closed as she savored the rapture. Her pussy was gripping her son's cock with flexing waves of wet heat, as if sucking. It seemed that each time she rammed her cunt down, her pussy expanded around his cock, only to grab tightly as she lifted. Pulling up until the hot lips of her cunt held the swollen head of his prick, Donna made lewd circles with her ass, then banged down with a cry of ecstasy.

"Ohhhh, God! Ohhh, my God!" she cried out. "Fuck me, Billy! Fuck mother! Give me that hard cock, baby! Ohhhh, yes, honey! Fuck me… I need your cock so badly!"

Donna was pounding frantically now, grinding and fucking with maddening churns of her naked ass. Billy clutched his mother's ass desperately, feeling his balls swollen, his cock throbbing. He knew he was going to come again, but couldn't tell his mother. His throat was constricted, and the only sounds that came from him were grunts and moans.

Donna thrashed with increasing wildness, riding his cock with her cunt swiftly. She was gritting her teeth as the swelling sweetness of an orgasm expanded in ha pussy. Her clitoris pounded with a threatening explosion. She smacked her cunt up and down faster and faster, ramming her son's cock into her cunt with almost blinding speed.

"Fuck me!" Donna screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me! Ohhh, Billy, fuck mother!

My pussy is on fire, Billy! Mother's pussy is burning up! Oooohhh, God, fuck it… fuck it! I'm going to come, Billy! Oooooh, make me come!

Make mother's cunt come!"

Billy heard his mother's words, and all he could do was make strangling sounds. He clutched her flying ass with tight fingers, lifting his hips up to meet the thrust of her cunt.

With a cry, Donna stabbed herself in the pussy with her son's cock, smashing the puffy, hairy lips hard at the base. She began to grind wildly, gasping hotly.

"Now! Ohhhh, my God-now!" she screamed.

Billy felt his mother's cunt grow tight around his cock, then he felt the strangest sensation ever. Donna's cunt closed tightly about the tease of her son's cock, a rippling action sucking at his prick. The spasms of her orgasm exploded through her with power, making her scream time and again.

Billy couldn't stop.

His cock lurched deep inside his mother's cunt, and then he sprayed thick, boiling come juice along the thirsty walls of her pussy. The deep pulsations of his squirting cock sent Donna into a second orgasm, or else drew her first out; she didn't know which. She didn't care which. The ultimate ecstasy was all that mattered to her. She felt her son's cock gushing into her cunt, and her pussy squeezed and sucked by its own volition. She was no longer screaming, but sobbing with rapture, tears running from her eyes and down her juice-smeared cheeks.

Slowly her body became still. She sat astride her son, her cunt clamped about his cock, shuddering gently.

She leaned forward, resting her head on top of his, gasping and sucking in air. She felt her son's hands still holding her naked ass, but he wasn't squeezing now. He was gasping as loudly as she, his body relaxed beneath her.

After a while, Donna slipped her cunt from his cock and stood up. She cupped a hand between her thighs, feeling his come juice drip into her palm. She saw his cock, limp and exhausted now.

"That was lovely, Billy," she whispered, leaning over to pick up her shorts. "Please, honey, don't be ashamed."

Donna didn't think her son was ashamed of being fucked by her, but she had had to let him know she wasn't.

As she bathed, she smiled to herself. She had been dancing suggestively in front of him for some months now, not really knowing what would eventually happen. She had known it excited him, and dancing always made her feel passionate.

When she had lifted her cunt off him, she had seen the wetness on his fly and jockey shorts. There was no doubt in her mind that Billy had never been fucked before. She was, though, surprised that his cock had remained so hard after coming so much. Donna had fucked a few men, but no one had ever kept a hard-on after coming off the way her son had.

And he came so much, really squirted it out. She had read or heard someplace that a man came only enough to fill a tablespoon. Whether that was true or not, it wasn't the case with her son. She was sure he could have filled three or four tablespoons, and it was thick and hot.

Even her ex-husband, Billy's father, had not come that much, nor had he kept a hard-on.

Donna prided herself on having a hot cunt, a cunt that could drain a man's balls quickly and made his cock droop. But that wasn't the case with her son, obviously.

Donna was an erotic woman, with delicious fantasies she had never been able to realize. She had exposed her inner self only twice before, once to her boyfriend in high school, and then to her husband. She had hoped they would indulge her fantasies, but what happened was they called her weird and strange and filthy. She didn't think she was strange or weird. She had read a great deal. She felt frustrated most of the time.

She dreamed of finding herself a partner with the same hungers she suffered with, and thought that if she would make herself available at singles bars and so on, she might find a man. But that was only a might, a very big might. Donna didn't want to take such a chance on developing a relationship with another man, only to be kicked on her ass when she revealed her desires.

She was tired of the macho bullshit, tired of having to wait like a good little girl for some man to say what he wanted, then to be used by him. There was something wrong, she felt, when a man could have such desires, demand the woman perform them, and then call her a filthy slut and bitch if she demanded to be satisfied by a man.

If her cunt was hot and wet, she was a hotass. If she sucked a cock off, she was dirty cocksucker. If she grabbed a man by his cock, she was too aggressive.

Donna was tired of the whole bundle of shit.

She wanted to be herself, wanted to be Donna. She wanted to let her hungers and desires be known, accepted, and enjoyed. She knew she had a lot to offer a man who was comfortable with his own wild desires, because Donna would not hesitate to feed them, provided her desires were fed, too. Stroke for stroke, Donna would give as much as she received.

Getting out of the tub, she fowled her slender body. Tossing the towel into the hamper, she padded naked into her bedroom. She stood and looked at herself in the huge mirror on the wall. She had installed the mirror long after her husband had gone. She loved to look at herself naked. She loved to see her saucy tits, her hairy cunt and curvy ass.

The body was beautiful to her, something to enjoy.

Donna was about five-feet-eight. She had a rich auburn color to her hair, with coppery highlights that caught the sun. Her eyes were slightly almond-shaped, green with flecks of gold. Her nose was small and perfect for her oval-shaped face. Her lips were full and moist. She had a slender neck, and her tits had not changed in any way since high school. They still stood up in perky sweetness, firm, with lovely nipples half an inch long. Her nipples were a light-brown color, with a big circle of pebbled flesh surrounding them. She had a small waist and a flat stomach, with a becoming dimple of a belly button.