Robert Kelly

Billy_s horny mother

CHAPTER ONE

Janet Taylor stood in the shower, her muscles tensed against the stinging spray. Slowly, she began to relax. The steady surge of water made her skin glow with excitement.

Janet was proud of her body. She thrust her tits upwards, cupping a heavy mound in each palm. There weren't many thirty-nine-year-old women with bodies as good as hers, and Janet knew it. The tips of her fingers toyed with her nipples as a slight smile curled up the corners of her full, warm lips.

Only her husband ignored the fullness of her lush thighs and the tight cunt of her waist. Only Jack Taylor failed to appreciate the rounded perfection of her firm ass, the smoothness of her long legs. Even her moist cunt failed to excite him, and it was driving Janet mad.

Bending forward, her nipples like ripe grapes, Janet increased the hot water until steam rose over the brightly colored shower curtain. There were few things that she enjoyed as much as the feel of torrents of hot water splashing against her body.

Forcing the thought of Jack's indifference from her mind, Janet stepped back a few paces and allowed her back to rest against the wet, slippery tiled wall. Closing her eyes, she slowly opened her legs, letting the hot spray bathe her cunt. Spasms of need traveled up her weakening legs.

Janet brought her fingers to her flat stomach, mouthing words of instruction to an imaginary lover. She massaged the tightly drawn skin covering her belly as the tip of her index finger explored the indentation of her navel.

Janet made believe her hands belonged to someone else as she lowered them to the churning heat between her legs. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the soft curls of her wet pubic hair.

Janet heard the sounds of her own moaning as they echoed from the enameled hardness surrounding her. The muscles in her neck lightened as she touched the sensitive lips of her pussy. Janet's manicured fingernails thrilled her entire body as she troubled the soft, pink flesh.

Shuddering and twitching uncontrollably, Janet's hips shot forward, plunging two fingers deep into her twat. The velvet-lined chamber steamed as she locked her thighs around her hand and began humping and fingering herself.

In the back of her mind, Janet was aware that she was sliding downward, but she was equally aware that there was nothing that she could do about it. Her hand was working furiously as she came to rest on the floor of the tub. Janet lifted her legs into the air and spread them apart, letting the water beat down on her like a rainstorm.

Janet lifted her ass off the white enamel as she responded to each thrust of her hand. A wildly thrashing foot kicked the shower curtain from the inside of the tub, sending water spilling out onto the floor.

But Janet couldn't have care less about the mess she was making. Grinding her palm down against her throbbing clit, her free hand went back to her tits. While one hand pumped in and out of her cunt, the lingers of the other twisted and tortured her erect nipples.

The wet strands of Janet's long, chestnut colored hair stuck to her skin as her head slowly rocked from side to side. Her shoulder blades were crushed against the back of the tub, but she was hardly aware of the uncomfortable position she was in.

Janet tried hard to picture the face of her imaginary lover, but she couldn't. Her breath came in short gasps as the flames of lust grew in the pit of her stomach. Another wild kick of her foot sent a glass bottle smashing to the floor.

Billy was just at the end of the hall when he heard the crash from inside the bathroom. He stopped in his tracks, fearing a serious accident. He could still hear his mother's shower running, but for an instant, he thought he heard her crying.

Rushing down the hall, Billy found the bathroom door ajar, and he pushed it open. The sudden burst of heat coming from the room brought beads of perspiration to his brow. For an instant, Billy stood frozen, staring at his mother thrashing wildly in the tub. Then he quickly stepped back into the shadows of the hallway.

Billy was eighteen, and didn't have to be told what was happening. The shower curtain blocked everything but Janet's face, and that was enough. The sight of her soaring ecstasy made his almost fully matured cock stand on end.

Billy had stolen secret looks at his mother's wonderful body before, and for as long as he could remember, she turned him on. Billy had been with a few hookers and had looked at plenty of dirty pictures, but they just couldn't compare with the sight of his own mother's lush flesh.

Janet had been much too busy to notice the door open and then half-closed again as the full force of her orgasm struck. The cascading water instantly wiped the team of joy from her cheeks as she climaxed.

Twisting her neck painfully, Janet lifted the tip of her left breast to her lips. As wave after wave of pleasure swept through her body, she ran the tip of her tongue over her throbbing nipple.

Billy knew that he shouldn't remain standing there, knew that he was running the risk of being discovered. But he also knew that nothing could make him tear his eyes away from her. He could hear her deep-pitched groans, and they made his cock swell with lust.

Unaware of her secret admirer, Janet allowed herself to enjoy each fading echo of her orgasm. Every ounce of strength seemed to drain from her body as a warm, contented feeling took its place. The still-surging water was becoming annoying. Shielding her face from the stinging spray, Janet struggled to the foot of the tub and shut off the water, then leaned back to enjoy another moment of contentment.

After several long minutes, Billy watched his mother yank back the shower curtain and climb to her feet. His eyes widened as her naked tits came into view. He virtually ripped open the front of his pants as he watched streams of water wiling down her body.

Billy's gaze was trapped between his mother's leg as he watched her step from the tub. Her pussy lips were still swollen and glowing from the vigorous fingering she had just given herself.

Billy had never seen his mother totally naked before. The times he had been able to sneak peeks of her, she had been wearing at least her bra and panties. He was surprised by the firmness of her tits.

Janet had enjoyed her masturbatory session, but her own hand was no replacement for the real thin, and she knew it. The strange thing about her relationship with her husband was that she really loved him, and recoiled at the thought of having an affair with some stranger.

And Janet was almost sure that Jack was fooling around with other women. She could detect the scent of other women's perfume on his clothes even though he used a strong cologne to hide it.

Jack was also spending less and lens time at home. The small advertising agency that he started had been surprisingly successful and was growing by leaps and bounds. That growth demanded all of his time, and Janet resented the company's domination of his attention.

Billy watched his mother reach for the towel hanging on the back of the bathroom door and wrap it around her shoulders. He was hoping that she wouldn't notice the half-open door and was glad that she was ignoring it.

Janet moved smoothly, her skin shining in the harsh bathroom light. Grabbing another towel from the back of the door, she wrapped it around her wet hair like a turban. As she patted the moisture from her huge tits, she wondered whether or not Billy was up yet. It was Saturday, and she always let him sleep as late as he liked on Saturdays.

With Janet facing the medicine chest, Billy had a perfect view of her ass. His gaze crept into the dark crack between her firm cheeks. His hand worked hard on his cock as he imagined his mother's long, sculptured legs wrapped around his neck.

Janet slipped the towel off her shoulders and began carefully drying her cunt. A tiny chill shot through her as the rough material worked over her clit. Spreading her legs, she reached further back and began working on her asshole.

Billy stifled the groan building in his throat, but it was becoming more and more difficult to remain silent. As he watched his mother drying her legs, be felt himself growing weak. Terror filled his mind as his belt buckle rattled loudly.

Janet felt strange for a moment, but she really couldn't explain why. The feeling passed quickly and she quickly put it out of her mind. The day had hardly begun, and she was already bored, Janet thought to herself as she reached around to dry her back.

Billy saw the strange feeling pass through his mother's body and he wanted to run. But the boy was too frightened to move a muscle. His full-grown cock burned the inside of his hand, but he kept his fingers still.

Janet turned to hang up the towel when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She thought she had seen Billy standing in the shadows of the hallway, but couldn't believe it. She felt silly calling out his name and tried to forget about it.

But Janet couldn't forget about it. Looking into the mirror on the medicine cabinet, she moved so that she could see down the hallway. Janet was shocked when her suspicions were confirmed. Billy was standing in the hallway, staring at her naked body.

Janet didn't know what to do. She didn't know how long he'd been standing there, and it was really her fault for leaving the door halfway open in the first place.

She finally decided that he was just passing by and would leave. Janet decided that ignoring him would avoid a pointless scene. After all, he wasn't really doing anything wrong. She had the kind of body that men couldn't help looking at. Billy was a big boy, and she was sure she wasn't the first naked body he had looked at.

Janet was careful not to let on that she knew he was watching. She didn't want to embarrass her son. She found the attention he was paying her very flattering, but she was surprised that he was still standing there.

Janet was even more surprised at her own reaction to standing stark naked before her son. She was enjoying it. Billy had inherited his father's great build, and was turning into quite a good-looking guy.

Wicked thoughts started filling Janet's mind. Thoughts that she couldn't explain. Of course, making it with her own son was something that could never happen, but the thought of it made her body tense with excitement.

Janet wanted to rub some oil into her legs, and she purposely turned to give Billy a good view. Lifting her right foot, she placed it on the edge of the tub, being careful not to cut herself on the fragments of the bottle that had smashed earlier.

Billy sensed a change in his mother's mood, and he was no longer frightened of being found out. Watching her rub scented oil up from her right ankle to her calf, then over her knee and thigh started Billy's hand working on his cock again.

Janet didn't like teasing men with her body because she felt guilty afterwards. But posing for Billy was different. It wasn't as though she were cheating on Jack. After all, Billy was just as much his son as hers.

Before she realized what was happening, Janet found the first tremors of an orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach. Reversing her legs, she carefully applied oil to her left leg and thigh. But the second time, she didn't stop at her thigh.

Billy began to pant out loud when he saw his mother's oil-coated fingers working on her clit and cunt. He could hear the moist sounds of her finger-fucking from his hiding place in the hall. He could almost smell the heat between her legs as she feverishly worked her fingers in and out of her twat.

Janet had never had a young boy in bed, and the idea excited her. She felt almost as though it was her duty as a mother to make sure that her son knew his way around a woman's body. Janet continued to tell herself that it was ridiculous to think about fucking Billy while at the same time she tried to imagine how big his cock was.

Janet found herself loving the little show that she was putting on for her son. She spread her legs as wide as she could. She wanted to make sure that he had a good view of her sopping wet cunt.

The oil glistened on Janet's fingers when she removed them from her pussy and reached around to the crack of her ass. Shifting her ass towards Billy, Janet used one hand to spread her cheeks while the other toyed with the tight ring of her asshole.

Watching his mother's finger exploring her anus was more than the boy could take. He was going to cum, and there was no way to stop it.

Janet could hear Billy's labored breathing, and she knew how close her son was to cumming. He was as close to climaxing as she was!

Billy jerked off almost every night, but he never had an orgasm like the one brought on by the sight of his mother's lush body. His cum shot from the tip of his prick in thick spurts, staining the carpet.

Janet soon had one hand working on hit cunt and the other working on her asshole simultaneously. Her huge tits heaved as she sucked air deep into her lungs. Her nipples throbbed for attention, but she couldn't bear moving her hands.

The droplets of water on her brow had changed to beads of perspiration. Janet moaned loudly, making no effort to hide her orgasm.

The sight of his mother so totally caught up in the lusts of the moment brought on Billy's second climax. His hand was pumping faster and faster, keeping pace with the wild thrusts of Janet's hips.

Exhausted, his load spent, Billy leaned back against the wall to catch his breath. His eyes never left Janet's body as she soared to the heights of pleasure. But as he drifted back to consciousness, fear of being caught returned. He had made a racket, and was sure his mother heard him.

Janet heard Billy rushing off down the hall as her last orgasm faded. She relaxed for a minute, then climbed into her robe and headed for her bedroom. With Jack not due back from his business trip for another three days, Janet decided that she'd better figure things out. Fast!

Lying down on her bed, she tried to relax, but couldn't. Janet's body was still shaking from thee experience. As she lay quietly, she heard Billy leave the apartment. She was grateful for the extra time to think.

CHAPTER TWO

Janet lay still for quite a while, trying to make some sense out of what was happening. Still confused, she reached for the phone on the table beside the bed. Hoping for some understanding advice, she dialed Barbara Foster's number.

"Hello," Barbara answered, picking up the phone in her kitchen.

"Hi, honey," Janet said, relieved just to hear her closest friend's voice. "I just thought I'd call to say hello."

They had been friends for many years, and Barbara immediately sensed something wrong. They had turned to each other for help many times before.

"Hey, Jan, I've heard you sound in better spirits," Barbara said. "What's up?"

"I need somebody to talk to. Let's get together. Okay?" Janet said, glad she didn't have to pretend with her friend.

"Come on over, honey. I'll put on a fresh pot of coffee."

"Thanks, Babs," Janet said, before hanging up the phone.

Janet didn't lose any time getting out of bed and dressed. She decided to dress comfortably in a pair of tight jeans and Navy-blue turtleneck sweater. As she slipped her feet into a pair of worn loafers, she realized that she was dressed exactly like her son.

Before leaving the apartment, Janet looked at herself carefully in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door. She certainly didn't look thirty-nine, she said to herself, proud of the thrusts of her fat boobs. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined against her soft sweater.

In another few minutes she had brushed her hair, put on a little make-up and headed out the front door. There was a cab right in front of the building's entrance, and Janet was soon speeding across town to Barbara's apartment. She nervously puffed away on a cigarette while staring blankly out the window at the passing streets.

When Barbara opened the front door, she knew that Jan would need something stronger than coffee. They chatted politely while settling down in the living room. Barbara didn't waste much time breaking out the booze and soon the room was filled with the tinkle of ice cubes.

As Janet told her friend what had happened that morning, she found herself relaxing. Barbara didn't find the incident terribly shocking, and seemed to enjoy her friend's telling of the story.

Sitting on the couch facing each other, Barbara and Janet were a study in contrasts. In jeans and a loose-fitting sweater, Jan looked years younger than her real age, while Barb's frilly, almost formal robe made her look even more mature than thirty-nine.

"You could hear him panting?" Barbara laughed, delighted by the picture Janet was painting.

"To tell you, the truth," Janet whispered, leaning forward and dropping a hand on her friend's knee, "I was too busy kicking up my own racket to hear anything at the time."

The two women laughed drunkenly as the afternoon wore on. They raced to see who could get drunk quicker, swallowing great gulps of gin, Scotch, lye, and bourbon.

The sash holding Barbara's robe closed was loosening, and the front of the garment was opening. She caught Janet's gaze sneaking down the front of her robe more than a few times, and she was hoping her naked tits were clearly visible.

Barbara had toyed with the idea of making sexual advances toward Janet several times in the past, but the time never seemed to be just right. Rut glancing down at the young woman's hand massaging the top of her knee told her that this morning might be something very different.

"Listen, that son of yours is a good-looking kid, and I wouldn't mind him getting his rocks off looking at me," she stated, walking over to the bar to fix another two drinks.

"I'm shocked," Janet gasped in mock surprise. "You've been giving my son the going-over. And it looks like you like what you see!"

"What's not to like?" Barbara asked, leaning forward just a little to allow her robe to hang open. "He's got a nice body and, from what you tell me, one hell of a cock!"

"We shouldn't be talking this way," Janet laughed, wrapping her fingers around a fresh drink.

"He's my son, ya' know, not some hot stud walking down the street."

"He's not my son, darling," Barbara replied, imagining running her fingers over the boy's hairless chest.

"Just think," Janet said, shaking her head back and forth, "I came here to try and straighten things out. And you were supposed to help me. A lot of help you are!"

Actually, Janet was finding a little peace with her friend. Between the laughter and the booze, her guilt was fading. Barbara was right. There wasn't anything wrong with enjoying her son's attentions.

Barbara was having a hard time keeping her eyes off her friend's body. Even under the loose-fitting sweater, Janet's fat tits were clearly outlined. Billy may have been only eighteen years old, but he had good taste in women. His mother's body was spectacular, and Barbara's mouth was beginning to water.

"You really can't blame Billy," Barbara said, snuggling up beside her friend and wrapping an arm around Janet's neck. "After all, you are a beautiful woman, and you did forget to close the bathroom door, if I were him, and you were standing there all nice and naked, I wouldn't take my eyes off your thrilling body, either!"

Janet was startled by Barbara's obvious pass. In all their years of friendship, this was the first time the beautiful woman had taken any interest in her body, or so she thought. Seeing the way her fat boobs were being looked over, Jan wondered just how long her friend had appreciated her body.

This was turning into quite a day, Janet thought to herself, shifting her weight a little to give Barbara a better view of her body.

Barbara's hand began to slowly massage Jan's shoulder, her fingers enjoying the feel of her soft, warm flesh. A wide, lewd grin curled up the corners of her mouth while her fingers traveled down to the swollen mounds of her fat tits.

"Mmmmm… that feels nice," Janet said, relaxing against Barbara's well-trained fingers.

Janet had spent too many lonely nights hungry for love to begrudge herself the pleasures of Barbara's hands. But she couldn't help but feel like an inexperienced child exploring the world of sex. For the second time in one day, new horizons were opening up.

Barbara could feel Janet's nipples hardening beneath her fingertips, through the soft material of her sweater. Pressing her own tits into the young woman's arm, she could feel her friend's body responding to her touch.

Letting herself get caught up in the excitement of the moment, Janet turned and pressed her lips to Barbara's. Most frantically, she pushed her tongue into the other woman's mouth, thrilling to Barbara's sweet taste.

Repeating the old cliche about still waters running deep in her mind, Barbara slipped her hand underneath the hem of Jan's sweater. Her skilled fingers soon found their way to the puckered hardness of the tips of those huge breasts.

Pulling from Janet's embrace, Barbara quickly stood up. But in another instant, her friend was standing too, and her mouth sought out the steaming cavern of the other woman's mouth. Their tongues fought as the room filled with the moist sounds of their deep kiss. Their nipples hardened with delight as they crushed the thrusting mounds of their tits together.

Barbara lowered her hands down Janet's back to cup the mounds of her buttocks. Her fingers thrilled to the sweat-dampened roughness of the tight jeans as they traced the outline of her deep ass crack.

Janet pushed her cunt forward, grinding against the mound of Barbara's hungry pussy. Her hands massaged the taut skin of the other woman's back as she felt her tongue lapping the sweet-tasting saliva from the walls of her mouth. Barbara's hands moved to the front of Janet's pants and began digging into the damp denim covering her throbbing twat. She thrilled to the sound of muffled moans slipping from deep within Janet's throat as she found the hardness of her clitoris.

At that precise moment, Janet hated her husband more than anyone else in the entire world. She wanted to be free of the perverse need to find satisfaction in the arms of another woman. But because of Jack's inattention, she found herself thrilling to the feel of a pair of tits pressing against her own, burning nipples searing her flesh.

Barbara's hands fell from Janet's body as she stepped back to admire the lusciousness that would soon be hers to taste. Her lips trembled as they imagined themselves wrapped around the hard nubs of flesh outlined against the soft wool.

"Why don't you relax," Barbara said. "After that little display you put on for Billy, you must be tired."

"Thanks," Janet replied, staring at the swollen mounds of her friend's tits. "I could sure use another drink," she added, dropping back down onto the sofa.

A happy smile spread across Barbara's flushed face as she turned to prepare another round of drinks for the two of them. As she poured gin into two tall glasses, her mind filled with the memory of her very first lesbian encounter. She could remember every detail as if it had happened the day before.

By the age of eighteen, Barbara's body had already reached full maturity. Her tits were larger than any girl's in her high-school class. Her legs were already long and slender, flowing into wide, firm thighs and hips. There wasn't an ounce of fat around her waist.

But Barbara was still a virgin. Even though she enjoyed the hot looks of every man that passed, no prick had ever forced its way into the tightness of her softly haired cunt.

Barbara remembered the day that her English teacher asked her to stay after school to help with the grading of some of the exam papers. Barbara was flattered. English was her best subject, and Miss Brent was her favorite teacher. The sound of Sue Brent's voice had never left her thoughts.

"Thank you for staying and helping me with these test papers," Miss Brent said, her eyes focused on the young student's gorgeous body.

Barbara didn't understand the strange look on her teacher's face, but she was glad that she could be of help. Miss Brent had given her the stack of tests to be alphabetized and she was busily working when the woman climbed out from behind her desk.

Susan had patiently waited a long time for the chance that now lay before her. She had dreamed of pressing her face between Barbara's long legs. She had dreamed of sucking the sweet juices from the eighteen-year-old's cunt. And the time to make those dreams come true had finally arrived!

Walking around from behind her desk, Sue stood over her seated student, feeling her nipples throb against the inside of her black-lace bra. Leaning forward, she pressed a soft hand to Barbara's shoulder.

The hand felt wonderful to Barbara as it pressed into the warmth of her soft shoulder. She could hear the rasping sound of her teacher's breathing as she continued her job.

"You've been doing very well in class," Sue said, each word heavy with lust as it slipped from her dry throat.

Barbara felt emotions sweeping her body that she had never experienced before. She could feel her virgin pussy trembling with inexplicable excitement as she looked up into the flushed face of her beautiful teacher. The papers slipped from her fingers as Sue's hand moved to the back of her neck.

Miss Brent knew that the building was almost completely empty and she had taken the precaution of locking the classroom door without Barbara noticing.

Barbara's eyes closed, as she felt the older woman's strong fingers sending chills up and down her spine. She knew that Sue shouldn't be doing those things to her. She knew that she should tell the teacher to stop, but the sensations were just too wonderful.

Barbara could feel her cunt lips quivering with excitement. She could feel the dampness in her pussy, the same as when she fingered herself at night.

Barbara was too shocked to say a word as Sue's fingers slowly lowered the zipper on the back of her tight-fitting sweater. A tiny gasp slipped from her trembling lips as she felt her teacher undo the clasp holding her bra closed.

Sue leaned forward, pressing her hungry lips to the smooth skin of her young pupil's back. A flash of excitement surged through her body as Barbara moved forward, making it easier for her to caress the smooth skin of the teenager's back.

Part of Barbara wanted to run from the room, but she couldn't move. She was trapped by the warmth of Sue's lips on her body. When she felt the front of her sweater being pulled up, she gave a deep sigh.

Gently lifting Barbara's head between her hands, Sue's lips sought out the heat of her student's mouth. Her experienced hands moved to the exposed mounds of ripe flesh as she sucked the teenager's tongue between her teeth.

Barbara couldn't keep up with the flood of sensations that surged through her body. Strange sensations. She could feel herself being moved back in seat. Through the thin slits of her heavy-lidded eyes, she watched Sue lowering herself to the floor. Barbara could feel the hem of her short skirt being pushed up around her waist as the older woman's head moved between her legs.

Those were the thoughts that flashed through Barbara's mind as she fixed the two drinks. Holding the frosted glasses in her hands, she turned back to Janet.

Watching Barbara move towards her, Janet's eyes followed the gentle swaying of her naked tits, visible beneath the robe she was wearing. Her fingers ached to tear the white material from Barbara's body, her mouth watering for its first taste of sweet cunt-juice.

"Here you go, darling," Barbara said, leaning forward as she handed Janet her drink.

"Thanks, baby," Janet replied, wrapping her long, slender fingers around the glass and bringing the edge to her lips. "This is just what I need," she giggled, slurring her words together drunkenly.

When Barbara sat down on the sofa, she made a point of putting a little distance between herself and Janet. She wanted to see if her new playmate was as hot and horny as she thought she was.

One look in Janet's face would have told Barbara everything that she wanted to know. Her turned-on friend couldn't keep her eyes from the front of Barb's half-open robe. The long garment draped softly around Barb's naked, crossed legs. A damp spot in her black, bikini panties was clearly visible.

Janet may have been new at the games she was playing, but she was learning all the rules very quickly. She wanted to rip open Barbara's robe and plunge her face into the swollen mounds of her friend's thrusting tits, but she held herself back. Instead, she used the technique that had proven itself so successful with her son. Displaying her stunning body!

While Barbara looked on, Janet hooked her fingers in the hem of her sweater and pulled it over her head with one, quick tug. Her fat tits tumbled into view as she rolled the garment up into a ball and tossed it into a far corner of the room.

"Well now, darling," Barbara said, surprised and delighted by a facet of her friend's personality that she had never seen before, "you really are something, aren't you!"

This was the first time Barbara had ever seen Janet's tits, and they were just as wild-looking as she had always imagined them. The hardness of her mend's nipples made her lips tremble for a taste of her fat boobs.

"You seemed so interested in my breasts, a moment ago," Janet said, reaching up to cup a swollen mound in each hand. "I hope you haven't lost interest so soon."

Janet didn't know how she was thinking of things to say, but she was shocked by the words that were spilling from her mouth. She would never have believed that she could be so deliciously wanton and lewd?

Her technique couldn't have been more perfect. Barbara, who had made love to some of the most beautiful women in town, was really flipping out. Janet could see the lust building in the woman's eyes, like lumps of coal glowing with the white heat of hunger and need.

"You have such a stunning body, darling," Barbara said, inching closer and closer to Janet, while her eyes devoured the ripe flesh on display before them.

Janet supported her left boob as she watched Barbara wrapping her lips around the hard nipple. She closed her eyes as wonderful ripples of excitement began surging through her bloodstream.

Janet had always loved the feel of a man's mouth working away at her tits. But up until that moment, she would never have imagined how thrilling another woman's mouth would be on her flesh. Barbara seemed to know just the way to fan the flames burning really deep in the pit of her stomach.

The moist, slurping sound of Barbara's mouth filled the room. While she sucked away at her friend's big boobs, Barb's fingers were busy at the waistband of Janet's jeans.

It wasn't long before Janet felt cool air on her cunt. The tight curls of her pubic hair were soaked with the overflowing passions of her lust. She lifted her ass off the sofa to make it easier for her friend to pull her pants down the smooth skin of her legs.

The aroma of Janet's pussy filling Barb's nostrils was almost enough to make the experienced lesbian cum right on the spot. Reluctantly, she pulled her mouth from, the jutting mound of firm tit-flesh and plunged it into the steaming heat between Jan's spread-open legs.

Janet dug her fingers into the back of Barbara's neck as she felt the first touch of the woman's mouth on her cunt lips. Clamping her eyes shut, she felt Barbara's tongue pressing its way deep into her twat, licking sweet-tasting cunt juices from the walls of her steaming cavern.

Barbara's lips sought out the hardness of the other woman's clitoris, and she was soon rolling the erect nub of flesh between the sharp edges of her teeth. She was thrilled at the enthusiasm Janet was showing by tightening the grip on the back of her neck and shoving her hips up to meet the probing tip of her long tongue.

Barbara slid from the sofa to the floor between Janet's legs. A lewd grin turned up the corners of her lips as she gently pushed her friend's thighs even further apart.

"You sure don't act like a beginner, sweetheart," Barbara said, laughing at the way Jan's ass bounced off the sofa impatiently, waiting to be sucked.

"And I thought you were going to help me out," Janet countered, flinging her legs around Barbara's neck.

Barbara knew the time for talking was over, and the lime for action at hand. Thrilling to the smoothness of Janet's inner thighs against her checks, she moved her face deep into the triangle of soft pubic hair covering her pussy.

Janet had never imagined that having her cunt sucked could be such a wonderful experience. She had always enjoyed being sucked off by men, but Barbara's mouth was so much more gentle, so much more knowing. Tightening her legs around her friend's neck, she dug her heels into Barbara's back, slamming her cunt harder and harder against her face.

Barbara's mind swooned in the swirling heat and wetness of Janet's pussy. Her fingers tore open the front of her robe, and while she sucked away at Jan's sopping twat, she climbed out of the garment and tossed it aside.

Janet slipped from the sofa, and the two naked women were soon tangled in the sweating flesh of each other's bodies. Janet was eager for her first taste of another woman's cunt, and she couldn't think of a sexier cunt than Barbara's.

Barbara couldn't have been more pleased at her friend's desire to suck her cunt. Twisting together on the thick carpet, she soon climbed into position atop Janet's lush figure. She sucked away at her friend's pussy while grinding her own cunt down against the woman's burning lips.

Janet had become completely caught up in her soaring passions, and suddenly her mind was filled with thoughts and images of her son, Billy. Barbara's mouth was delightful beyond words, but she couldn't help wondering what his would feel like.

And Janet loved the taste of her friend's cunt. It was the very first one she had ever sucked, and it was delicious. But Janet liked the feel of a good piece of cock down her throat. And she liked the taste of steaming cum shooting down into her hungry belly.

Barbara had convinced Janet that to pass up a stud like Billy was downright foolish. And as she sucked the woman's cunt, she wondered how it would feel to have Billy sucking her tits while Barb kept right on working away between her legs. As Janet brought her fingers around to the crack of Barbara's ass, she made believe that it was her son's asshole that she was playing with. She rubbed the tip of her index finger against the tight-ringed entranceway.

Barbara flipped out completely beneath the dual attentions of Janet's fingers and mouth. Every muscle in her body trembled with excitement as she soared over each successive orgasm. She didn't suspect that her partner's thoughts were on her son Billy.

Both women's voices rang out in the handsomely furnished living room as they reached their orgasms together. Both worked feverishly at the other's cunt, driving their passions higher and higher.

But soon the moment had passed. Janet and Barbara fell apart, untangling their exhausted bodies. They fought to catch their breath as the last echoes of their orgasms faded.

"I think we could both use another drink," Barbara said, wearily climbing to her feet.

"I think we could both use a nice soft bed," Janet replied, playfully patting the hard floor beside her.

"I'm sure you can find your way into the bedroom all by yourself," Barbara teased, coyly glancing over her shoulder as she sauntered over to the bar.

Janet couldn't take her eyes off the swaying hips of her friend. The sight of Barbara's rounded drove all thoughts of Billy from her mind. Right then and there, she wanted to sink her fingers back into the other woman's warm flesh.

"Why don't you go inside and make yourself comfortable," Barbara suggested, motioning towards the bedroom door. "I'll fix us some fresh drinks and be in a moment."

Janet would have preferred to suck Barbara's asshole, but she decided to take her friend's advice. After all, she thought to herself, the afternoon was young and it didn't look as though Barbara was too fired, yet.

"I'll be waiting, darling," Janet said, rolling her a as she moved across the room.

Janet didn't have to look over her shoulder to see where her friend's eyes were trained. She could feel the burning heat of Barbara's gaze on her buttock as she wiggled out of sight.

Stepping into the powder-blue decor of Barbara's bedroom relaxed Janet. When she dropped down to the cool, clean sheets, a new thrill surged through her bloodstream. She could bear her friend puttering around in the next room.

Janet had to wait longer than she thought she would, but got the surprise of her life when she saw Barbara framed in the doorway. Her friend was standing wide-legged, holding a tray in her hands with a bottle of Scotch and two glasses filled with ice on it. But Janet wasn't looking at what she was holding.

Barbara stood in the doorway with a big, black dildo strapped into place. One end of the long shaft was sunk deep into her cunt and the other was hard and ready for Janet's pussy.

One look into Barbara's eyes told Janet that her friend was well-versed in the art of fucking other women. The young woman on the bed spread her legs farther apart as her friend moved closer.

The thick shaft of rubber swung from side to side as Barbara walked, each step sending a new chill racing up her spine. Cunt-juices overflowed her strained pussy lips as she ran her eyes over Janet's luscious body.

Barbara moved slowly but surely, until she was at the foot of the bed. Then she knelt forward and pressed her face to Janet's throbbing pussy. Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue through the hot wetness between the woman's spread-open legs.

"Come on, baby," Janet hissed, thrilling to the feel of her friend's mouth on her steaming twat.

Barbara enjoyed the taste of Janet's cunt. She enjoyed feeling the other woman squirming beneath the assault of her mouth. But she wanted to do some fucking, and wasn't content between her friend's legs very long.

Janet protested when Barbara climbed out from her crotch, but she quickly quieted down when she felt the rubber against her trembling cunt lips. Her hands moved to the other woman's waist, preparing herself far the first thrust of the phony cock.

Barbara slammed her hips forward, sending the thick shaft burning up into Janet's twat. She ground her own clit down against the rubber, adding fuel to the flames in the pit of her stomach.

"Jesus!" Janet screamed, the dildo tearing at the inner walls of her cunt.

It had been a long time since Janet felt anything bigger than her own fingers forcing their way into the deepest regions of her belly. She dug her fingernails into Barbara's waist as she fought to hold on.

Barbara slammed her ass forward again and again. With each thrust, she was able to sink the thick tool in a little deeper. She could feel Janet's body yielding beneath her.

Janet thrashed left and right, savoring each delightful moment of her approaching orgasm!

CHAPTER THREE

Janet was waiting far her son when he got home early that evening. She had returned from Barbara's apartment an hour earlier, which gave her plenty of time to knock off half a bottle of vodka mixed with a little orange juice. The strong liquid helped ease the aching in her asshole and cunt. Her lush body had taken quite a beating from Barbara's thick dildo.

The sound of her son's key in the door made her pulse quicken. Janet adjusted the robe that she had slipped into so that it showed off generous portions of her fat boobs. As a last touch, she yanked one side of the garment, until her hot little dark-brown nipple popped into view. She was intent on really giving her son something to look at.

Beside Janet on the sofa was a long envelope. Barbara's big black dildo was wrapped up inside. Borrowing one of her friend's skirts, Janet Taylor returned home with the thick shaft of rubber shoved up her ass. Of course it was impossible for her to sit down, so she stood on a crass town bus home. Her shithole had taken a rough fucking, but she had orgasmed four times.

Janet didn't bother with a shower when she got home. As a matter of fact, she liked her body soaked in the raw scent of sex. Her soft skin was stained with both Barbara's and her own cunt juices. She was sure that Billy would approve of her choice of perfume.

Billy stood frozen inside the door, staring down the hall at his mother seated on the couch in the living room. Even from that distance, he could tell that she was drunk and being very careless about her clothes. He could see his mother's long, naked legs sexily crossed, showing off her firm thighs clear up to her crotch. Squinting, he could just about make out the sight of her dark, hard nipple poking around the folds of her robe.

"Hi Billy," Janet called out, surprised at how slurred her speech sounded.

"Hello, Mom," Billy replied unsteadily, closing the front door behind him and walking down the hallway towards the living room and his half-naked mother.

"How'd you spend the day, honey?" Janet asked, lifting her glass up and taking a deep swallow.

"Oh… I… was just hanging out… with some of the guys…" he stammered, unable to concentrate on the words as his mother's nipple flashed hotly up at him. "We didn't do very much," he added, afraid of telling his mother how he really spent the day.

After the morning excitement of his mother's naked show, Billy spent that Saturday watching pornographic movies in sleazy theaters downtown. The inside of his tight jeans was stained with the thick juices of his teenage prick. His underwear was stuck to his skin by a coating of dried cum.

But all those fucking-and-sucking movies meant nothing beside the sight of his own mother. As he walked into the room and sniffed the aroma of sex in the air, he felt his aching prick coming to attention. He was beginning to feel that familiar churning in his almost hairless balls as his eyes warned over her hungry body.

Janet had no trouble making out the outline of her son's hard cock pressed against the front of his pants. She could even see some of the stains his cum had made in the material. She immediately thought about dropping down to her knees before her son and sucking the cloth clean, rubbing her face against the stiffness of Billy's rod at the same time.

"I hope you're not in too much of a hurry, sweetheart," Janet said warmly, patting the seat beside her on the sofa. "Come sit down, darling," she continued, letting her voice turn as soft as warm butter.

Billy wasn't sure how to deal with his mother. She was acting so strangely. The way her body was on display was driving him crazy, but she acted as though she couldn't tell. He couldn't resist his mother's invitation and stumbled forward as if in a trance.

Janet could sense the hold her body had on the boy, and it thrilled her. She intended to use anything she could to satisfy the burning needs deep in her belly. She would use Billy to nil the hole left by his father.

"I'm not in much of a hurry, Mom," Billy said, his legs going weak as he lowered himself down beside Janet on the couch.

"Careful, sweetheart," Janet said, reaching over to rescue the dildo. A smile curled up the corners of her sensual lips as she rolled the dildo between her strong fingers. Thrilled flashes shot through her mind as she remembered the feel of that marvelous tool slamming its way deep into her quivering, thrashing body.

"I borrowed this from Barbara Foster," Janet began, holding up the long, thin package, "and I promised to get it back to her as soon as I was through with it." She laughed.

Billy figured his mother was even more smashed than he first thought. She was acting really weird. But he was getting one hell of an eyeful of her sexy body, and he wasn't about to worry about anything other than his swelling dick.

"Now listen, baby," Janet whispered, leaning forward so that the front of her robe hung open even more. "You mustn't look inside the envelope. What's inside is a secret," she giggled.

"Aw, you can tell me, Mom," Billy said, enjoying the little game as he caught some good peeks at his mother's naked tits.

Janet laughed loudly, clutching the envelope to her breasts. She loved the sound of the boy's begging voice. She imagined him between her legs, begging to suck the hot cream out of her deep pussy slit. She imagined him shoving his face down the crack of her ass, letting his tongue tease and suck the puckered ring of her anus.

"It's Barbara's," Janet giggled. "I'm not sure she'd like everyone to know how she gets her kicks."

Billy was sure that his mother was going to show him what was in the package, but he decided to play along with her little game. He was really enjoying himself. He watched her slender fingers playing with the fat envelope as if it were a toy. Her eyes were flashing drunkenly.

"It's okay, Mom. I won't tell anybody," Billy insisted, snuggling closer to his wonderful mother.

"Well," Janet hesitated, teasing the boy for as long as she could, "I guess it'll he alright."

Janet finished off her drink before turning her attention back to the envelope. She made Billy fix her a new screwdriver, and united him to join her. Of course he did as she suggested.

Janet tore open the top of the envelope and reached inside. The tip of her fingers trembled as she touched one of the two smooth, fat cock heads on either side of the monstrous tool. She smiled as warmly as she could while drawing the black shaft from its resting place.

Billy's eyes went wide as he saw what his mother was holding. It took him a few minutes to be sure of what he was looking at. The tool was still covered with love juices from its last session and those exciting smells filled his nostrils.

"Do you know what this is, baby?" Janet asked, gripping the shaft around the middle and holding it up in the an.

"Sure, sure," Billy replied, wandering what the hell his mother was doing with that thing.

"Barb Foster lent this to me. She was wondering how I would like it," Janet volunteered.

Billy was really shocked by what his mother was saying and the way she was acting. It made his burning cock stand on end, trapped in his tight jeans. He was wishing that he could rip open the front of his pants and let his hot cock wave free. The boy didn't know that his mother wanted the very same thing.

"Well, how did you like it, Mom?" Billy finally asked, squirming in his chair to make his throbbing cock feel more comfortable.

Janet's laughter filled the room. She was thrilled at her son's question, turned on by the horny look in her son's eyes. She brought the tip of the dildo to her lips, closed her eyes and pressed her full lips against the stained black rubber. Her mouth made a wet, sucking noise as she kissed the cool shaft.

"I liked the fucking thing just fine, baby. Just fine," she finally said, after pulling her mouth away from the rubber dong.

Billy was seeing his mother for the very first time, or at least seeing one side of her personality that he had never seen before. He was shocked, but really turned on by the whole thing. His eyes went wide as Janet reached out and grabbed the throbbing lump of hot man-flesh between his lop.

"But I like fucking the real thing even better," Janet panted, her lush lips caressing each word. "I bet your prick is just right, Billy boy."

The eighteen-year-old stud pushed his body against his mother's skilled fingers. He could feel the slender strength in her fingers as they massaged the thick shaft of his swelling cock. Billy's breath caught in his throat as Janet's right hand speedily undid the zipper on his jeans.

The corners of Janet's mouth began to tremble with excitement when her son's big prick flopped into view. The weight of his tool pushed its way through the folds of his underwear, its blood-filled head glowing red against the white material.

The thought suddenly took hold in Janet's mind that this one moment was the reason for her entire life. Her son's bloated cock was the only reason to live. Grabbing the long dong with one hand, she dove forward, slamming her face down into his crotch.

Before Billy knew what the hell was happening, he felt his cock pressing against the back of his mother's hungrily sucking throat. He could feel her lips tightening around the thickness of his rod, halfway down to his aching balls. He could feel Janet sucking cool air through her nostrils and blowing it out hot around the base of his prick.

When Janet lunged forward, she threw herself clear off the sofa. Her body landed on the rug in front of the couch with a dull thud, but her mouth never missed a beat sucking away at Billy's burning hot meat.

"Damn it, Mom," Billy moaned, shoving his cock deeper and deeper into Janet's throat, "you sure know how to suck a prick!"

"Thank you, baby," Janet took the time to say, pulling her mouth off of Billy's dong for a split second.

Billy helped his mother as she struggled to pull his tight-fitting jeans off. She yanked off his shoes and socks at the same time, flinging them into a corner with the crumpled jeans. Then she turned her full attention back to her son, like she knew a good mother should.

Janet's brazen behavior gave her son new strength in the unfamiliar situation. The way she was worshiping his cock made him feel powerful and in command. With Janet's hungry mouth still plastered flush against Billy's crotch, he climbed to his feet. A wide grin curled up the corners of his lips as he felt Janet's hands heading straight for his hanging balls. She was playing with them, running her sharp nails across the sensitive, hairless skin covering them.

"Give my big prick a good sucking, Mom," Billy began, pushing his hips forward. "I spent the whole day watching dirty movies, and my balls are really full of steaming cum, ready to be all gobbled up."

Janet loved the filthy sound of her son's words and actions. They made him seem mature, with a manly cock worthy of the adorations of her skilled mouth. His obscene commands turned her on, made the juices run stronger between her legs.

Billy grinned down at his mother as her hands reached up to caress his hard, naked asscheeks. Digging her fingernails into his flesh, she pulled her face back into the moist heat between Billy's legs.

Billy couldn't help but giggle when Janet's fingers pressed their way down the dark crack of his ass, and began toying around the ring of his pink, puckered anus. He was surprised at how surely her hand moved around the unexplored territory.

Janet's remaining hand reached up to cup and fondle Billy's cum-bursting balls. She could feel his legs growing weaker, his body trembling from the excitement of her mouth and fingers. Her tongue lashed back and forth over the smoothness of his swollen cockhead, its tip soon finding and caressing the tiny pee-slit.

The first taste of her son's juices sent her mouth and lips sucking wildly. His prick tasted sweeter and hotter than she would ever have imagined. She knew it was right what she heard about young meat. Their cocks were a whole lot better, more delicious.

Billy's hands flew down to the back of his mother's head. He grabbed hold of her, ramming her head down against the thrust of his hips, driving his exploding prick even deeper down her throat.

Janet felt that her son was holding back, and she wanted to scream at him to cum. She needed the taste of his cum, needed to feel the force of his jism shooting don her throat. There was only one thing a good son could do, and that was shoot a nice steaming load of cum right down his horny mother's mouth.

Janet's instinct was correct. She soon felt Billy's hands pushing her mouth away from the cock that was just about ready to fill her quivering stomach with cock-cream. Panic was beginning to set in as she realized that he intended to remove his wonderful prick before she had a chance to suck off a mouthful.

"What the fuck's the matter?" Janet asked, her voice more of a begging plea than an angry demand for an answer.

"I just don't want to waste my first load down your mouth, Mom," Billy replied. "I mean my cock's really set for that wild cunt of yours."

Janet couldn't be too upset with her son when he was saying such nice things about her body. But she did think it was necessary to set him straight about her sucking his dick.

"That joy-rod of yours is very important to me, baby," Janet began. "You must understand how much I love it, and how much I want to suck down a bellyful of your cum. Fresh from your hard-working balls, darling. Don't ever think that shooting off in my mouth is a waste, Billy."

"Of courser morn. I didn't mean that the way it sounded," Billy replied.

"That's all right, sweetheart," Janet said, slowly climbing to her feet. "I think I understand what you really meant to say. This is really something very special, isn't it?"

"It's our first time together, Mom," Billy answered, wrapping his mother in his strong arms and pulling her towards him.

Janet's robe had come completely undone in the front, and her fat tits were hanging out in all their glory as she snuggled up against her son's hard chest. She could feel the dampness of his perspiration beneath the thin tee-shirt that Billy was wearing. As she snuggled up to him, Janet caught the hardness of her son's stiff prick between her hot thighs.

Billy could feel the wetness of his mother's pussy lips kissing the blunt tip of his hot shaft. The tight curls of her pubic hair tickled his skin, sending tremors shooting through his horny body.

"Hmm, baby," Janet cooed, "I know just what I'd like to do with that hot little shaft of your cocksman!"

Janet wrapped her arms around Billy's neck as she spread her legs nice and wide. Holding herself up around his neck, she actually climbed up the lower portion of his athletic frame, twisting her hips until she had the head of her son's cock safely embedded in her drooling twat.

"Let me feel it, darling," Janet said, crushing Billy's mouth with her own. "Shove that hot hunk of cockmeat deep into my belly."

Billy was more than happy to take care of his old lady. There wasn't a cunt in all of New York City that was more ready than his own mother's. And Billy sure wasn't stupid enough to pass by a piece of tail as good as that being offered.

Janet's long tongue lapped away at the inside of Billy's mouth as she bounced her cunt up and down on the rigid stiffness of his flagpole of a cock. Even she was surprised at the boy's strength. She could actually feel his balls bouncing against her inner thighs. She could feel an orgasm building deep in the pit of her stomach as she strained to tighten her cunt muscles around the burning shaft of his cock.

But Billy wasn't Superman. His strength finally gave out and he and his mother toppled down onto the couch. Janet took the ride like a cowboy, never letting her cunt slip from the saddle. His dick never left the grip of her hungry snatch.

"Come on, you little fucker!" Janet screamed, thrashing her body in all directions at once. "Really shove it to your old lady!"

Always the dutiful son, Billy did just as he was told. Their bodies bounced in the air as he lifted his ass off the sofa with each matching thrust of her hips. The robe hung in a sweat-soaked mess around her shoulders and she struggled to take it off. Billy helped, acting as though he was seeing her tits for the very first time.

Janet giggled like a schoolgirl as her son mauled her naked, swollen tits. His rough hands pulled at the huge melons while his mouth sucked and bit her rock-hard nipples. He was pressing his entire face into the lush fullness of her thrusting tits, thrilling to the heat of their rubbing flesh.

Janet's cunt tightened around her son's prick with every bounce of her horny body. As she rode, she reached down between their crotches, wrapping her long, slender fingers around the thick base of Billy's dick. She could feel her own juices spilling from her well-fucked hole, dripping into her hand.

Billy really flipped out when he felt his mother's fingers playing with his cock while he pumped it in and out of her sloppy pussy. What he didn't see or feel was the splendid fingering she was giving her own clit as they fucked away.

Billy watched his mother reach across the sofa and retrieve the two-headed dildo. While she bounced an her son's lap, she licked the length of black rubber, getting it nice and wet and slippery.

Janet's eyes flashed with the excitement of the treat she would give herself. With Billy's tool slamming deeper and deeper into the churning heat of her cunt, she readied the dildo for a nice hard session up her asshole.

"Here, Mom," Billy said, "let me help."

With that, he took the massive rubber cock and brought it into the crack of his mother's ass. He could feel her pussy muscles tighten around his throbbing shaft. Janet wiggled down into Billy's lap, rubbing the burning nub of her clitoris into the base of his fat prick.

"Here you go, you fuckin' slut!" Billy screamed, slamming the full force of the dildo straight up her cornhole.

Janet responded by throwing the full weight of her body down against the dual assault of her son's prick and her best friend's dildo. Their force ripped through her body, making every limb tremble. She was coming apart at the seams with lust.

Billy couldn't hold on much longer. He felt the pressure of the cum in his balls bubbling up towards the tip of his cock, filling the bloated shaft. And in the next moment, the red-hot head of his shaft exploded, flooding Janet's twat with the steaming lava of his passions.

The thickness of Billy's young cum dripped down around the base of the shaft that was being pumped in and out of Janet's tight asshole. She thrashed first forward and then back, thrilling to the rough treatment she was receiving.

Billy felt his mother's orgasm. He felt her cunt muscles tightening around the thick shaft of his cum-bursting prick. Her heaving tits crushed against her son's chest, knocking the wind out of him.

Billy's dick pumped load after load deep into his mother's belly, until his balls ached and were empty. He could feel the strength draining from his young tool, yet Janet's pussy didn't slow down. She squeezed his cock with all the power in her lust-craved cunt. She felt as though she were being fucked for the first time. Her son was even more wonderful than she thought he would be.

But Billy was starting to suffer from too much of a good thing. For the first time, he was feeling the full weight of the mature body on top of him. As much as he loved her, Billy couldn't deny the fact that he was having one hell of a time catching his breath. As a matter of fact, he was afraid of passing out!

"Wait a minute, Mom," Billy said, letting go of the dildo he was manipulating up Janet's shithole. "I just need a little rest. Just a minute," he pleaded, begging for a chance to relax for a bit.

"Shut the fuck up, motherfucker!" Janet screamed, grinding her cunt down harder against her son's spent tool. "Get that dick of yours nice and hard, I want to feel you slamming nice and deep into my drooling pussy!"

Billy was shocked at the wild-assed screaming pouring from his beautiful mother's lips. He couldn't believe the look of lust on her face.

Janet moved quickly, before her son had a chance to realize what was happening. With the free end of her dildo sticking out of her asshole, she spun herself around atop Billy's spent figure. In a matter of moments, Janet was slamming her cunt down against her son's mouth while his dick responded to the enveloping heat of his mother's drooling lips.

Janet could feel herself teetering on the brink of another series of thrashing orgasms. And she wasn't about to be denied her pleasures without one hell of a fight. Her mouth pumped up and down the soft tube of cum coated flesh between her son's exhausted legs.

Even Billy was surprised when he felt the strength returning to his tired prick. He thrilled to the touch of his mother's hands reaching below his body, seeking out the deep recesses of his shithole.

"Feel nice, baby?" Janet asked, letting her boy's cock slip from between slobbering lips.

"You really are something, Mom," Billy laughed, jabbing his hips up towards her lewdly grinning lips.

Janet pulled her face out of reach for a moment, enjoying the little cat-and-mouse game she was playing with her handsome stud of a son. But she certainly didn't want her son to suffer too much. With low-pitched, obscene laughter spilling from her lips, she bent forward and took Billy's dick deep into her steaming mouth.

"Come on, you bitch!" Billy screamed. "Suck!"

Janet was proud of her work. Proud enough to suck extra hard and get the boy's juices flowing quickly. Her middle finger was still pistoning in and out of Billy's asshole, and she could feel his cum boiling as his soft, hairless balls rested against her trembling chin.

Janet grunted and groaned, straining with all her strength as she ground her pussy against Billy's mouth. By this time, he had caught his breath and was working away diligently. She smeared her cunt-cream all over his face while holding his head steady between her muscular thighs.

Janet stopped worrying about orgasming as she thrashed about. Her eyes were tightly closed, confident that Billy's prick would be hard and ready to fuck the shit out of her hungry body in just a little while.

CHAPTER FOUR

"Jack Taylor's office," Betty said, her voice soft and sexy as she spoke. "May I help you?"

"This is Mrs. Taylor," Janet replied, knowing full well that Betty was getting more time with Jack's cock than she was. "I'd like to speak to my husband please."

Betty let some of the cum-sucking quality drain from her words. She had never met her boss' wife, and wasn't interested in becoming friends with the woman. Her job was taking care of Jack, and she was damn good at her job.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor," Betty said, "your husband is tied up at the moment, in a meeting. Perhaps I can take a message."

"Listen. Betty," Janet replied, her voice hardening by the second. "It's important that I speak to my husband."

Betty Hamilton wasn't easily gotten around. She knew that Jack wasn't interested in anything his wife had to say while he was in his office interviewing the newest addition to the company's a pool.

At that very moment, Jack was sitting on top of the new girl, pumping his cock between her naked tits. The young bitch's head was bent painfully forward, allowing her to lick the swollen head of his burning cock each time he thrust his hips forward.

"Mr. Taylor is in a most important conference, and has asked me to handle any emergencies that come up," Betty continued, holding Janet off.

Janet had been impressed by the talented way her husband's secretary took care of things. But that wore off quickly enough. Janet was a little too strong-willed to let Betty brush her off so easily.

"Listen, bitch," Janet bristled, "put my fucking husband on the phone right now!"

Betty analyzed the sound of Janet's voice before deciding what to answer. The woman on the phone seemed like she meant business, and Betty was sure she could handle her.

"Perhaps… I could… try," Betty stammered, realizing that she was up against someone with a stronger win than her own. "If it's really important?" she added.

"Stop fucking around," Janet demanded. "Put this fucking call through."

Betty stood up, taking the key to the inner office with her as she stepped out from behind her desk. She thought she could feel the overflowing juices of her cunt running down the inside of her firm thighs.

Betty stepped to her boss' door, quickly checked over her shoulder for any nosey busybodies, flipped the lock and slipped inside. The smell of steaming sex filled her nostrils. Jack and his nameless bitch had changed positions. She was now sitting on his face, enjoying his hard chin grinding into her crotch while his skilled tongue pushed its way deep up her asshole. Her entire body was bouncing up and down. Her sweaty tits heaved.

The girl riding Jack's face was smashed out of her mind. Betty glanced at her watch and realized that they had been going at it for the better part of two hours. The rug was littered with pills and bottles of booze. Half-smoked joints smoldered in the ashtrays.

Betty envied the fuck session that the little tramp had been treated to. She knew how good Jack Taylor was, and didn't like that face spread all over the fucking company. The whores working in the ad agency would line up outside his office for taste of hard-fucking cock.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor," Betty began, feeling rather foolish as the fucked-out whore grinned into her face. "I tried not to interrupt…" she continued, stopping when it was obvious that Jack wasn't hearing a thing she said.

Betty reached out, wrapped her fingers in the tramp's hair, and yanked her the hell off her boss. The stunned look on Jack's face brought a smile to his secretary's face. She pushed the limp girl out of the way and knelt down beside her boss' face.

"Sorry to bother you, baby," Betty said, leaning forward and pressing a lush kiss to his hot lips. She could taste the other woman's asshole on his mouth. "Your wife's on the phone. And it sounds serious. I tried to field it, but she insisted."

Jack liked the boldness his secretary had shown. He really didn't give a shit about the other bitch and hardly any attention when she started to complain.

"Shut the fuck up!" Betty snapped, sure that die could kindle the little whore.

"Okay, Betty," Jack said, reaching out and fondling the woman's fat, bra-less tits. "I forgive you, but you'll have to make it up to me in a little while."

Betty knew just what the sexy bastard was talking about. His fingertips toyed with her nipples, making them stand out against the thin, tight material of her white blouse. She couldn't think of a nicer way to spend the next couple of hours than getting fucked blind by her favorite stud.

Getting up wasn't as easy as Jack thought it would be. That little bitch had shown him one hell of a dine. He had lost count of how many loads of cum he spent that morning. His legs were weak as he walked around to the back of his desk and took the waiting cat.

"Let's go, sugar," Betty said, reaching down and helping the other girl up off the floor. "The party's over."

Jack was amused as he watched Betty hustling the little tramp back into her clothes. She really looked bugged, getting the bum's rush before the cum stopped rolling down her inner thighs. She was still seeing double, her mind flooded with booze and drugged with pills.

"What about that job, we spoke of!" the girl asked, turning her attentions back toward Jack.

Jack held up his hand to quiet the young woman before picking up his wife's waiting call. A quick signal to his secretary had the troublesome girl out of the room, before she had a chance to smooth out the wrinkles in her obscenely short skirt.

"Well it's about time," Janet sarcastically told her husband when he finally got on the line. "I was beginning to give up hope, figuring you forgot all about me."

"I'm sorry baby," Jack replied, pulling his pants back up and shoving his exhausted prick back inside them. "You know how crazy things can get around here," he continued, privately thinking about how wild they had just been with his new office slut. "What's up? Betty told me that you sounded a little upset."

Janet had come on strong with Betty to keep the tramp in her place. She really didn't have anything important to say to her husband and she felt a bit embarrassed by the stink she had made about speaking to him right then and there.

"I'm sorry it sounded that way," Janet said softly, stalling as she tried to think of something to tell him. "I was just calling to say hello and ask if you could pick up some Scotch on the way home. Barbara was by, and I'm afraid we polished off just about all the Scotch in the joint."

Janet kept her voice light, laughing at the little joke that she tried for. She was listening carefully, hoping to find out whether Jack was angry with her or not when she heard him laughing along she was able to relax.

Jack didn't really care enough about Janet to let her call bother him. Sure she had a great body, the best around, he told himself. But the fact was, he had become too used to her. Her thrilling curves lush figure were old hat to Jack, and he just couldn't get up a good head of steam looking at her anymore.

"Sure I'll bring home some Scotch, baby," Jack answered, watching as Betty returned, locking the inner office's door behind her. "The only problem is that I'm gonna be stuck here pretty late, I think."

A lewd smile curled up the corners of Betty's lips as she listened to her boss on the phone. The remark about a promised job that the other bitch made before leaving bothered Betty. She didn't like the idea of another ambitious slut looking to get ahead in the advertising business by fucking herself up the corporate ladder. Especially somebody that young, good-looking and horny.

Janet felt the usual disappointment that accompanied hearing that Jack was going to work late again, but she put it out of her mind quickly. As a matter of fact the disappointment she felt rapidly changed to excitement at the thought of another chance to get her hands on her son.

Jack pushed hit chair back from the desk, glad that Janet didn't seem to mind him working late again. As the conversation turned to anal talk, he watched Betty walking towards him. She was wearing tightly cut stacks, tailored to show off the perfection of her ass. A thin sweater covered her braless tits, outlining her hard, ripe nipples.

Betty hooked her fingers in the waistband of her sweater. With one swift movement, she pulled the garment off and tossed it into the corner, out of the way. Her bouncing boobs tumbled out.

Jack was glad he hadn't bothered to zip up the front of his pants. The sight of Betty's half-naked body made his cock as stiff as a board. The smooth-skinned head of his tool was beginning to swell proudly.

"I'm afraid I have to get back to business," Jack told his wife as he pulled out his cock for his secretary. "I'll bring home some booze, but you can order anything you want from the liquor store. The number's on the pad by the phone in the den."

"Now isn't that silly of me," Janet said, realizing that Jack had seen through her excuse for calling. "I should have thought of that, instead of calling you up and bothering you at the office," she continued.

"Don't give it a thought," Jack told her, catching his breath as he felt the warmth of Betty's lips against the bloated head of his dick. "Talking to you was a nice little break. But like I mentioned, Janet honey, I have to get back now."

When Betty heard the sound of the phone being cradled, she smiled to herself and doubled her efforts. The center stage was all hers, and Betty intended to show her boss just what she could do.

"All right, you cum-eating bitch," Jack began, "I told you before that you would have to make up for the interruption. Better get that cocksucking mouth of yours good and ready."

Jack reached down, wrapping his fingers in Betty's shoulder-length black hair. Holding her head steady, he thrust his hips up off the seat of his chair, ramming the thickness of his half-hard tool into his sexy secretary's mouth. The sound of Betty's deep moans started the cum boiling in Jack's hairy balls. And the feel of her fat tits pressed into the top of his thighs made his cock throb with lust.

"That's it, baby," Jack screamed, flashing the head of his cock against the back of her throat. "Suck the shit out of my prick! Suck the shit out of it!"

Betty's jaws ached under the assault of her boss' hot shaft, but she couldn't have cared less. Sucking down a load of lack's cum was more important than anything else in the world. Feeling his steaming juices coating her throat and dripping down into her quivering belly was the only thing she could think about as she slaved between his legs.

Betty was obsessed with the need for the man's hot cum. She felt as though her body needed doses of it, like some kind of narcotic. The young woman couldn't remember a time when she didn't crave the spent passions of climaxing studs. And she couldn't remember a more delicious, more satisfying load then Jack Taylor's.

His secretary's special hunger was no secret to Jack. He liked to use it to tease her, drive her crazy with lust. It made the horny bitch fuck that much wilder.

"Slow down a second," Jack said, pulling Betty's mouth off his cock by her hair. "You're too eager, baby. You should play a little hard to get, slut."

Jack laughed as Betty strained his grip on her hair, trying to get back to the sweetness of his swelling dick. He enjoyed watching her lips reach out to kiss the tip of his cock. Her hot breath felt great against the pee-slit at the blunt end of his cock.

"Please, darling, please don't do this to me," Betty begged, surrendering to the strength of his hold. "You know how good it'll feel if you let me work on that cock of yours. I'll give your balls a good licking too, not to mention the sucking your asshole's gonna get," she continued, trying to sound as wanton as she could.

"Tell me about it, tramp," Jack ordered. "Tell me how much you like sucking cock!"

"I'd much rather show you, darling," Betty replied, lunging forward again.

Jack allowed his secretary a good lick and suck of his throbbing cock before pulling her face out of reach of his cock. He intended having a lot more fun with his horny bitch before rewarding her with the hot cum she needed.

"I want to hear about it, baby," Jack insisted, pushing her out from between his legs. "Wiggle out of those pants and use that sexy voice of yours to turn me on."

Betty knew the game her boss was playing, and she hated it. But she also knew that there was no way around doing what Jack wanted. He was a real freak about her voice. When he was in that kind of a mood, there was no other way of satisfying him. But she had to admit that it made his cock really turn on, and always produced a huge load of steaming cum.

"You always do this to me when I really need the taste of your prick, don't you?" Betty asked coyly, slowly climbing to her feet. "I mean I always love a mouthful of your cock juice, but sometimes it just chives me crazy!"

Betty could see Jack's eyes focused on her fat tits. As she stood erect, her hand sought out the hard tips of her breasts. She tolled the sensitive nubs between her fingertips while her boss looked on.

"Let me tell you something, baby," Betty continued, "I'm never happier than when that fat cock of yours is slammed down my throat. Feeling those hairy balls bouncing against my chin when I tighten my lips around the base of your dick makes my pussy twitch, you big-pricked stud!"

"You know how to turn a guy on, whore," Jack said, wrapping his fingers around the exposed shaft poking through the folds of his pants.

"Take it easy with that fucker," Betty said, looking at the way Jack was stroking himself. "I think I would just faint if you let a load go to waste like that. I got a mouth just waiting to gobble the cum out of your prick. You know how I wine when you explode in my mouth, baby."

"Don't you worry about that, bitch," Jack replied.

"Can I trust a stud with a dick as big as yours, darling?" Betty whispered, her voice deep and warm. "I would believe anything you tell me, as long as you used that club on my cunt, mouth and asshole."

Betty's hands dropped down from her tits. She arched her back, thrusting the ripe melons out towards her admiring employer. Her hips began to rotate slowly, in time with imaginary music. The fingers of her right hand found the hidden zipper in the side of her slacks. With a quick flick of her wrist, she popped open the elastic waistband of her pants and unzipped the garment.

"I should have sucked your little playmate's pussy before throwing her the fuck out," Betty laughed. "I'll bet you dumped a lot more than one mouthful of hot cum up there."

"You would have loved the big load I shot up her asshole," Jack announced happily. "That whore has one hell of a talented shit box!"

Once again, Betty was annoyed when she saw how much her boss had enjoyed his fuck session that morning. She was hoping that the job he promised wasn't her own. Betty was even more determined to show Jack how good she still was.

"I bet you haven't forgotten how good my bugger-hole felt the last time you rammed your dick up there," she told him, pushing her slacks down over the swells of her pert ass.

Betty was wearing a sheer pair of black bikini panties, and the length of her deep asscrack was clearly visible through them. She turned to the side, letting her pants fall around her legs. She was showing off the inviting firmness of her ass.

"I'll make a deal with you, baby," Betty said, her slacks falling into a soft puddle around her ankles. "Let me gobble up the first steaming load of cum from your hot prick, and I'll throw you the best ass-fuck you ever had. What do you say, darling?"

Betty turned back towards Jack, stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side. She stood dressed in sheer pantyhose, bikini panties and high heels. Her sopping cunt had drenched the material covering her crotch, making it almost transparent. From where he was sitting, Jack could count each cunt-hair covering her steaming red twat.

"Let me suck you, baby," Betty began. "Let me feel you come in my mouth, feel your balls pump cum down my throat. I want so much cum it drips over my chin and runs down my tits. But I promise to lick it up from my hot boobs. Your prick-juice is just too precious to waste."

Betty walked slowly back to her boss. She rolled her hips and ass with each step, and could see his eyes following the sway of her fat tits. The words continued to flow from her soft, sensual lips.

"Would you like me to lick your balls Jack?" she asked. "Or maybe suck up your asshole a little? I want to turn you on, stud," Betty told him as she lowered herself down between his legs. "I want a big load to gobble down, baby. I want to till up on that sweet treat."

Betty's fingertips caressed the hairy skin on Jack's inner thighs. She let her hot tits press against his legs as her hands stroked closer and closer to his churning balls. The smell of his horny dick filled her nostrils.

"I hope I'm not being too selfish?" Betty coyly asked, suddenly swooping down and planting a wet, hot kiss on the glowing crown of Jack's dick.

Before Jack could get a grip on her, Betty sat upright, her strong hands yanking his lop apart. She thrust her big tits into the stud's crotch, catching his burning prick like the other tramp had done that morning. She wanted to show him that her swollen boobs were the best around.

"God," Betty groaned, her hands crushing her tits against Jack's cock, "you have the hottest dick I ever felt. I hope you don't burn the shit out of my fat cans, cock stud!"

With that, Betty began humping her entire body against her boss' throbbing shaft. She was able to bend forward and lick his cockhead each time it pushed through the valley between her enormous breasts. And she never stopped talking, never stopped turning him on by spewing filthy words from her warm, sensual lips.

"Your cock feels good! Damn it, I can actually feel your fucking dick getting bigger!" Betty groaned. "Your whole cockshaft must be filling up with boiling cum. Your balls are pumping gallons. I can feel them… churning out cum for me to suck!"

Betty reached below Jack's body to grab hold of his balls. The horny stud's eager paws had grabbed his sweet slut's tits. He was really grinding them into his prick, pushing her throbbing nipples to the base of his prick as he fucked away at her ripe boobs.

"I'm close, you cum-eating whore!" Jack screamed, his eyes clamped shut as he thrust his entire body against Betty's.

Betty didn't have to be told how close he was to shooting his load. She could smell the cum ready to burst from his pee-slit. She was squirming into position, making sum that there was a clear path between that cum-filled cockhead and her hungry mouth.

"All right, you hot cockstud, pump that load of yours. Shoot it right up here into my mouth, you bastard!"

Betty's hands began working Jack's balls. She knew that would be too much for him to take. The secretary knew that she could play with a cock and pair of balls better than any other slut in the company. She really thought she was better than any piece of ass on all of Madison Avenue.

"That's it, baby! That's it!" Betty screamed, enjoying the first gulps of cum erupting from the cock she was fucking between her sweat-coated boobs.

The next spurts of cum splashed against Betty's nose, then dripped down into her mouth. She was afraid of losing too much of her stud's precious cock juice. Jack was still locking her tits around his dick, keeping her body just where it was. She had to bend her neck painfully to fit his exploding prick between her hungry lips.

The sound of Betty's words was replaced by the wet, slurping noises her mouth made as she savored each drop of hot cream. She was in ecstasy, sucking the cum from Jack's cock like a baby sucking milk from a bottle.

Jack finally let go of Betty's tits. He wanted to shave his cock all the way down her throat while coming. Nothing felt better than that whore's sucking lips urging the last drops of his load from the tip of his dick.

Betty took every inch of cock that Jack had to offer. She was choking or, the thickness of the shaft, but that didn't matter. If she were to drown in the flood of his jism, she couldn't think of a better way to go.

"There you go, tramp!" Jack hissed. "There's what you've been waiting for. Now suck every last drop, you drooling pig. Get my whole cock down your throat, bitch. If you waste one drop of my cum, I'll smash your fucking face in. Now suck, you sick slut. Suck the shit out of my prick!"

With that, the full force of Jack's load burst from his pee-slit. Betty felt as though the flow would be endless, and for the first time she really thought about drowning in his wonderful cum. While her right hand remained attentive to his emptying balls, her left hand found its way into the deep crack of Jack's ass.

"Harder, you tramp!" Jack hollered. "Ram that fucking finger of yours up my ass harder!"

Betty was more than happy to oblige. This was her sure-fire way of getting the last drops of cum out of her lover's dick. She had always found that if there was a little joy-juice to be had, a stiff finger up the bastard's ass was the quickest way to it.

As much as she hated the inevitable, Betty felt the quickly ebbing strength of the dick plunged deep down her throat. She knew that her boss liked to enjoy the echoes of his climax without Betty's cum-damp mouth munching his limp tool.

Exhausted, but with a bellyful of hot cum to satisfy her cravings, Betty slumped down onto the thickly carpeted floor. She was careful not to let her teeth scratch the sensitive skin of Jack's cock as it flipped from between her lips.

"That was good, baby," Jack finally said, slumping back into his desk chair. "You suck cock better then any other bitch I've ever had between my legs."

"I bet you say that to all the tramps that eat your nuts," Betty replied, laughing softly to make sure that her boss realized that she was only joking.

"There ain't nothing like your mouth when you're really wound up and ready for some serious sucking, baby," Jack continued. "Your mouth brings out the best in me, sugar," he laughed.

"Why you bastard!" Betty replied in such anger. "You said the very same thing about my asshole last time. You've got a regular little script that you use to keep your stupid cunts entertained with."

Betty rolled onto her side with her ass pointing towards Jack. She smiled over her shoulder at the intense look on his face as she slowly pushed her panties and stockings over the rounded perfection of her hard ass.

"Don't you remember telling me that right after you pulled your dick out of my shit box?" Betty asked, reaching back with one hand and prying open the crack between the two mounds of her buttocks.

"Now that you mention it, Betty honey," Jack laughed, reaching out and running a finger up the length of her asscrack.

Betty laughed wantonly as the tip of Jack's middle finger found the tight ring of her anus. She knew that it would be a while before his cock would be back up to any action, and that gave her a chance to enjoy her boss' skilled lovemaking.

"Hmmm, baby," Betty moaned contentedly, "that finger of yours is really something. You're making my clit throb. I'm gonna stain your carpet with cunt-juice if you're not careful."

Betty pushed her ass up into the air, making it easier for Jack to enjoy the various charms and pleasures of her supple body. The carpet was a little rough on her tits, but the wool pile thrilled her hard nipples.

"Let's get you ready for some loving, slut," Jack said, a sadistic gleam in his eye.

Betty was thrilled when Jack's free hand reached out and tore her stocking and panties from her legs. The garments hung like rags around her ankles. Her stud's finger started playing rough, stretching and twisting the tight ring of her asshole. She was shocked to see life already returning to her boss' exhausted tool.

Betty looked over her shoulder, into Jack Taylor's face. The viciousness she saw sent a new chill racing up her spine. Betty liked her sex on the brutal side. She didn't mind telling the bastard dirty stories. The humiliation was refreshing. But it didn't compare to the rough treatment that she knew the strong-willed stud was capable of.

"Remember how I like you when I'm using your asshole?" Jack asked, helping Betty to her feet without bothering to remove his finger from her steaming anal canal.

"Sure I do, baby," Betty replied, rolling her ass sexily as she led the way to his desk. "You like your ass high and dry," she continued lewdly, "an easy target for that big dick sticking out between your legs."

The only thing on Jack's desk was his phone, and Betty knocked that to the floor. She climbed across the polished walnut top, her boobs and nipples crushed painfully against the wood. She kept her ass nice and high, wiggling it for Jack's amusement.

Betty felt her lover's finger suddenly torn from the steaming chamber of her asshole. The walls of the chamber were still bruised from Jack's last buggering session and the little tramp was hoping that she would be able to take the punishment. At least she knew it wouldn't be necessary for her to hide the pain that she felt. Her boss loved the agony that twisted her beautiful features when he abused her.

"Hang on, bitch," Jack warned.

CHAPTER FIVE

Janet would have been jealous of her husband's secretary had she known Jack's prick was fucking the whore's asshole. But she didn't know. She had no idea that Betty was sprawled out across her husband's desk, her round, firm ass waving in the air.

As a matter of fact, the only thing on Janet's mind was the unexpected chance to have some horny, fun that evening. It also seemed like a perfect time to introduce her son's fat cock to Barbara Foster's sopping pussy. She promised her best friend to turn Billy over for a little fun. In view of Babs' wonderful cunt-sucking, it was the very least that the grateful woman could do.

Janet couldn't wait to call Barbara. As soon as her husband got off the line, she was dialing her best friend's number. Three rings went by before the call was answered.

"Nice to hear that sweet, sexy voice of yours, baby," Babs told her friend, after their quick hellos. "What's up?"

"I just thought you might want to drop by later," Janet answered, "since Jack's got some piece of ass to stuff tonight and won't be around. To get in the way, I mean," she added, laughing huskily, her lips brushing against the mouthpiece.

"Hmmm," Barbara moaned contentedly, sounds like fun. "Where's that hot-cocked stud son of yaws going to be?"

"What a silly question," Janet laughed lewdly. "He's gonna be right there, between your legs, baby. Sucking the shit out of your drooling cunt, you little bitch!"

"What time do you want me there, tramp?" Barbara asked eagerly, unable to hide the lust building in her voice.

"Cum for dinner," Janet said, laughing at her pun. "I'll fix the three of us a nice meal. Drop by at about six, sugar."

Janet was glad that she had finished all her housework earlier that day. It gave her a chance to concentrate on the wild evening that lay ahead. She had to choose an outfit that would really make her son's dick stand on end, while at the same time puckering Barbara's thick-lipped twat.

It was already two-thirty. Billy would be home in another thirty minutes. Janet used that time to pull a juicy roast beef out of the freezer. She knew that was her son's favorite. With some mashed potatoes and another vegetable or two dinner would be a snap. It would also be substantial enough to give them the strength to fuck their brains out.

Barbara Foster couldn't stop thinking about Billy's fat cock since Janet had called. She was turned on by the thought of his blunt-tipped tool slamming its way deep into her quivering belly or puckered asshole.

Now all those perverted dreams that had been filling her mind were going to come true. She was grateful for Janet's generosity, and was sure that she would have ample, chance to return the favor.

Barbara knew that she had plenty of time to get ready, but decided to pick out her clothes right away. She was still naked from an afternoon shower, and enjoyed prancing happily from one room to the next. Her fat tits bounced with each step.

Standing in front of her open clothes closet, Barbara's eyes roamed over her vast selection of sexy outfits. Picking out the wildest wasn't going to be that easy a task. She pulled a few hangers out, looked them over and pushed them back. Babs was looking for that special garment. The one that would best show off her full, thrusting boobs, tight waist and firm ass. She wasn't intending to cover up her long, shapely legs either.

Barbara looked and looked, but still couldn't figure out what to wear. Of course, high heels were a must, and she got bet tallest, sexiest pair of black pumps. She knew that they would show off the firmness of her long legs. She also thought how nice it would be to wrap them around Billy's strong neck and drive them into his back as he sucked the juices out of her cunt.

The image of her naked body hanging around the teenager's athletic frame helped Barbara decide how to dress for her very special dinner engagement. The young bitch was going to wear dark stockings, high heels and a great big smile. Nothing else!

Barbara was going to wear her fur coat, even though it was a little too warm for the heavy garment. She wanted the unveiling of her lush body to be something really exciting. And she knew how good the fur would feel against her smooth, warm skin. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea of being naked under the fur. She even thought about getting Billy and his mother to fuck the shit out of her on that soft, fluffy coat. She was sure it would tickle her cunt and asshole.

Barbara decided to relax in a nice hot bath, soaking her luscious body in scented oils and perfumes. A thick cloud of steam rose from the tub, fogging the windows and mirrors in the plush bathroom.

Barbara was very careful getting into her bath, careful not to burn her round, firm ass. The hot water felt marvelous against the swollen lips of her pussy. The tub was so hot, she had to hold her breath and not move for a long time, letting herself get used to the steaming temperature.

But once she got used to the heat, Barbara was relaxed and soothed into a dreamy trance. Her eyes drifted closed as the scented water swirled around her, flaring her nostrils with sweet smells.

Barbara rested against the back of the tub, letting her legs drift apart. She reached down between her thighs letting her fingertips touch her quivering cunt lips ever so gently. She felt a wonderful tingle of excitement shooting through her body as her experienced touch sought out the throbbing nub of her erect clitoris.

Grabbing the soap from the dish on the edge of the tub, Babs foamed up her hands and brought them back down into her waiting crotch. With a lewd grin, she started to work away at her clit in earnest.

Barbara was gentle with herself at first, then increased her efforts. Before long, her fingers were pumping wildly. She dug her palm against her throbbing clit at the same time, doubling her pleasures.

With her eyes closed, Barbara thought about Billy Taylor's hard, young body. From his mother's description, she was sure she was going to have one hell of a time taking the full force of his tool up her ass and cunt. She knew that her jaws would ache before the night was over.

Barbara rolled over onto one side, leaving the way clear for her finger to explore, the hidden recess of her ass crack. She caught her breath at the first touch of her sharp nail playing with the tight ring of her anus. Her finger slipped into the steaming canal easily. The way had been plowed through by more than just a few cocks and dildos.

Barbara was glad that she had plenty of time to spend with her body. She wanted to finger-fuck herself into a delightful orgasm.

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Barbara screamed, her words echoing off the misted tile walls.

Barbara thrashed first one way and then the other, kicking the shower curtain out from inside the tub and wetting the bathroom floor. Her right hand was pumping in and out of her hard-muscled cunt while her left hand tore away at the tight ring of her stretched-out anus.

When Barbara climaxed, a loud moan spilled over her lips and filled the small room. She could actually feel her pussy and shit box gripping her fingers, sucking the hell out of them as if they were cum-filled cocks ready to tear her body apart.

Barbara just lay back quietly as she enjoyed the last echoes of her wonderful climax. The feel of hot water on her orgasming cunt was really out of this world. Finger-fucking herself underwater was a thrilling sensation that Babs savored, like a hungry mouth lapping away at her most sensitive, exciting places.

Billy came home from school ready to plow his mother's cunt with his rock-hard dick. He had spent the entire day thinking about Janet's fat, succulent tits, hard ass and juicy cunt. Even Miss Brewster, his favorite teacher, couldn't take the boy's mind off the obscene images of his mother that danced in his teenage mind.

Janet was still fixing dinner when her son got home. He found her in the kitchen, bending in front of the refrigerator. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and nothing else. Her nipples were nice and hard from the kiss of cold air caressing her naked, thrusting boobs.

Moving very quietly, Billy came up behind his mother. One hand reached around and covered her eyes, the other grabbed her fat tits. He thrust his hips forwards, grinding his swollen cock against the fullness of Janet's ass.

"Guess who?" Billy teased, digging his fingers into the full thrusts of her naked breasts.

"Hello, darling," Janet said, turning towards her son and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Give your mother a nice kiss, you big-pricked bastard."

There was nothing that Billy would rather do than feel Janet's big tits crushing into his chest. He loved the erotic scent of her creamy skin and soft, perfumed hair.

As they kissed, Billy's hands reached around to the firm swells of his mother's ass. He felt her up through the tight material of her jeans, letting his fingers run up and down the length of her asscrack.

Janet pressed her long tongue into the steaming moisture of her son's hungry mouth. She thrilled to the feel of Billy's sharp teeth digging into the sensitive flesh as she licked the inner walls of his mouth.

Billy could feel his mother's crotch pushing up against the hard lump of flesh between his legs. He could almost feel the quivering of her hungry pussy through the thickness of their clothes. His mother's nipples burned through the summer-weight shirt that the horny teenager was wearing.

"Welcome home, darling," Janet said, pulling herself out of Billy's strong grasp.

"Nice to be home, Mom," Billy replied, reaching out to fondle one of his old lady's fat tits.

"I'm planning a little dinner for us tonight. I hope you don't mind that I invited my friend Barbara. Your father won't be borne until late tonight," Janet told her son, leaning her tits harder against the teenager's skilled hands.

"You mean that bitch with the big, fat boobs, round ass and long legs?" Billy asked, his cock getting harder thinking about his mother's girlfriend.

"Wait till I tell Barbara that you've been grabbing peeks at her wild body. She'll be thrilled," Janet gushed.

"When is that tramp swinging her sexy ass over here?" Billy asked, dropping one hand down into her crotch and grabbing her trembling twat.

"Not until six, baby," Janet answered, grabbing a quick feel of her son's hard cock. "But I'm gonna need a little time to get things together. I thought you'd like some roast beef tonight, baby," she added.

"There are things I'd rather eat than roast beef," Billy snickered, giving Janet's cunt and tits a final squeeze before letting her wiggle out of reach.

"I know what you'd rather eat," Janet teased, pushing her cunt out towards her son as she stood before him, stripped to the waist. "I really do have to get things going, though. Why don't you relax in the living room and watch a little television?" she asked.

Janet wanted to knock her son down onto the floor, tear open his pants and yank his cock out so she could get her hungry mouth around the thick shaft. But Janet didn't want to wear her son down before Barbara had a chance to try him out. She thought that she owed it to her friend to let her have a taste of her son at full strength.

Billy had to admit that he was a little tired from school, and didn't mind being put off for a while. He too was looking forward to dinner, and the chance to ram his dick into Janet's great-looking friend. That was something to hold his load for, he thought to himself, heading to the living room.

Janet rushed to finish her preparations for dinner. As she cut fresh vegetables for the salad, she could smell the strong, pungent aroma of pot drifting in from the living room. She was glad that her son was enjoying himself. She decided to get a smoke before getting dressed for the evening's fun and games.

With everything taken care of Janet put the prepared roast into the refrigerator. It was still a little early to put the dish in the oven. Rinsing her hands quickly, she headed out to her, son, and a little of that high-powered smoke. "How about letting your old lady have a hit?" Janet asked, standing framed in the doorway, her hands fisted on her hips and her naked tits thrusting out towards the horny teenager seated before the blaring television.

"Sure, Mom," Billy replied, rubbing the bulge between his legs. "Come and get it," he added lewdly.

Janet crossed the room, rolling her hips hungrily with each step that she took. The smooth rolling of her hips and ass drew Billy's attention to his mother's crotch. Even halfway across the room, he could see a damp spot soaking through the crotch piece of her jeans.

Billy sat rubbing his cock as be looked up at his mother. Her throbbing nipples were now only a few inches away from his trembling lips. Janet grinned as she watched her son struggling with the zipper on the front of his slacks. His swelling cock pulled the material so taut, it was difficult for him to undo his pants.

Billy held the half-smoked joint up to his mother's lips, and he was pleased at how greedily she took it from him. He watched her suck a great lungful of pot smoke deep into her chest, thrusting her tits out even further.

Janet always felt more horny after smoking pass, and this occasion was no exception. Even before she realized what she was doing, her fingertips found their way back to her throbbing nipples. She wiled the hard nubs of flesh on the sharp edges of her fingernails, shivering intensely from the shocks that surged through her magnificent figure.

"Come here, bitch," Billy softly ordered, hooking a hand in the waistband of his mother's jeans. "Let me take care of those fat tits of yours," he told her.

Janet forgot all about saving her son for Barbara. After all, she thought to herself, charity begins at home. With those words fresh in her mind, she bent forward, letting her huge breasts hang down inches in front of his eyes.

"Hmmm…" Billy moaned, trapping his mother's right nipple between his lips.

The teenager's hands dug into his mother's boobs. He was stuffing more and more of her heavy tit into his mouth as he sucked away at her nipple.

Janet immediately fell victim to her son's wonderful sucking. For an instant, the image of Billy as an infant, sucking the milk from her breasts flashed through her mind. She decided that she liked her son at his present age. She liked him old enough to know what to do with the stiff tool between his strong, muscular thighs.

With the wet sounds of Billy's slurping mouth filling the room, Janet dropped a hand to the back of his neck. As he slaved away, she massaged the tense muscles at the base of his neck and the top of his shoulders. Janet saw how much her son's powerful body resembled his father's. With her eyes closed it was almost like running her hands over Jack's body, except better!

"Suck me, baby," Janet whispered. "Slurp the milk out of those fat tits, motherfucker, just like you did when you were a baby," she told him, crushing her enormous boobs against his hardworking face.

Billy couldn't remember chomping on his mother's tits when he was a baby, but he knew that talking about it turned Janet on. And turning his mother on meant that much more fun fucking and eating each other's horny bodies.

Janet could feel her son's teeth brutalizing her breasts, and she loved every moment of pain and pleasure. Billy's mouth moved back and forth between her nipples at first, then remained fixed on the burning tip of his mother's right tit.

Billy sucked harder and harder, urged on by the gentle insistence of Janet's fingers massaging the base of his neck.

With his free hand, Billy attacked the waistband of his mother's tight jeans. It didn't take long before his skilled fingers had the garment bunched around the lower portion of her hips. He was glad Janet hadn't bothered with panties. He just rammed two strong fingers up her pussy, laughing out loud when he saw how wet her drooling twat was.

"Yes, baby," Janet hissed. "Yes… yes YES!"

Janet threw the entire weight of her body against her son's probing hand. She ground her throbbing hot clitoris into the boy's palm, knowing full well how wet and sticky she was making her horny little stud.

But Billy's attentions were starting to make Janet's right tit throb with more pain then she could handle. Her hands gently guided Billy's hungry mouth to her left breast.

"Here you go, baby," she cooed, stroking the back of his neck once again.

Barbara Foster spent the better part of the afternoon getting herself smashed on booze and pills. She wanted to be in just the right condition for dinner. At five o'clock, she stood staring at the mirror on her bedroom door. She was pleased with what she saw.

Barbara knew that her decision about what to wear was right. Dark stockings, high heels and a big smile. Her hairy cunt looked delicious, naked and wet with lust. Her nipples were so hard, they stood away from her thrusting boobs by a good three-quarters of an inch.

The stockings Babs wore were special. They stayed up in place without the need for any kind of garter belt or snaps. A strip of elastic built into the top of each leg piece held the dark nylon taut against her firm, smooth thighs.

Babs' high heels showed off her legs beautifully, and added a good four inches to her majestic figure. But she was pretty smashed, and those shoes made it difficult for her to stand up. Rolling her ass like a streetwalker, she crossed the room to her make-up table beside the bed.

Barbara allowed just enough time to fix her make-up and take care of her hair. Actually, she hardly brushed her hair more than once or twice, liking it to look like she just fucked an entire football team, including the cheerleaders.

With a half-empty glass dangling between her fingers, Barbara went back to the closet to get her fur coat. The satin lining was cool and wonderful against her hot skin as she slipped into the garment. With the sun down, it would probably be just the right weight for the cool evening. Considering she was naked underneath!

Grabbing her purse, she was quickly on the street, locking everything up behind her. Traffic was still a little busy from the rush hour, and it took her a while to catch a cab. Once inside the taxi, it was obvious that the trip would be a long, slow one.

Barbara stared out the window as the car crept through traffic. Then she noticed that the driver, an old, dried-out bastard, was stealing looks at her in his rear-view, mirror. The tramp was still pretty smashed, and decided to have a little fun to pass the time.

Undoing the front of her coat, Babs was careful to keep it snugly wrapped around her body when she leaned forward to the window in the cab's partition.

"Do you have a match?" she asked, letting her sensuous lips curl around each word.

Barbara could see how nervous the stupid old man got. She knew she was near enough for him to smell her sexy perfume. Looking down over his shoulder, she could see that his cock was as hard as a rock, poking up the front of his pants like a circus tent.

"Sure, sure," he said, searching around for a book of matches.

When the cabbie found the matches, he turned around to pass them back to his passenger. His mouth dropped open and his eyes bugged out when he got a look at Barbara.

With a lewd grin, Babs let the front of her coat hang open. The thrust of her fat tits parted the fur, showing off her naked body. She was sorry he couldn't get a good look at her cunt from where he was sitting.

Barbara took the matches from him as if nothing was the slightest bit unusual. She settled back in the seat, carefully arranging her coat so that the entire front of her body was on display for the fucked-out old bastard driving the cab. The slut even kept her legs open nice and wide so that he could see her wet pussy shining in the shadows.

"It's a little cool tonight, don't you think?" Barbara asked, lighting her cigarette and trying hard to keep a straight face as she struck up a conversation with the filthy old creep.

"I guess you'd know about that," he replied, not bothering to hide the way he was staring at her body.

"Oh, here," Barbara suddenly said, leaning forward. "Let me give you back your matches."

The taxi driver looked like he was ready to sink his yellow teeth into Babs' firm tits as she showed herself off to him. Once again, the neatness of her body filled his nostrils with the erotic scent of perfume and lust blended together.

Barbara laughed out loud when the car behind them started blowing its horn. Her cabbie was a lot more interested in the show she was putting on for him then he was in the traffic. It had been a long time since his cock had gotten as big as it was at that very moment.

"Is anything wrong?" Barbara asked, pitching her voice low and sexy to start the cum boiling in the old cabbie's hairy balls.

The driver didn't answer. With one eye on the traffic ahead and the other focused on the rear-view mirror, he lurched the taxi forward, almost slamming it into a car that had suddenly cut in front of them.

Barbara laughed at the sounds of squealing brakes that filled the air. She knew that she was the cause of all the emotion, and loved every moment of it. The smoke front her cigarette drifted lazily from her nostrils.

But the joke was beginning to wear a little thin for Barbara. Grasping the edges of her coat, she pulled the fur tight against her naked body. She felt her nipples responding to the cool satin lining as she bid the lush fullness of her tits from the old bastard's view.

The rest of the trip went uneventfully. The cabbie couldn't figure out whether or not he actually saw what he thought he saw, or if the entire thing was a result of too much cheap booze. His eyes searched the rear-view mirror again and again, but the quiet woman in the back seat gave him no clue.

The whole incident had nearly slipped from Barbara's mind by the time the cab pulled up in front of Janet's apartment building. The crazy look on the driver's face when she handed him the fare reminded her of the game she had played only minutes before. Dirty sounding laughter spilled from her lips as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Barbara didn't have to look over her shoulder to know the cabbie's eyes were focused on her ass. Walking into the building's lobby, she made an extra effort to wiggle her bottom for the old bastard.

Barbara stood in front of the overweight doorman, waiting as he phoned up to Janet's apartment. His eyes remained discreetly off her body, and she toyed with the idea of giving him a little flash of her naked ass. She decided against it, not wanting to give Janet a reputation for having perverted minds.

"Mrs. Taylor is expecting you. Go right ahead," the doorman said, his eyes on her swaying hips as she sauntered past him.

CHAPTER SIX

Janet had two hours to relax before dinner. Billy said he had some things to do downtown. His mother was glad for a chance to catch her breath before the evening's fun and games began.

In those two hours, she put dinner on the stove, timing things with the accuracy, despite all the booze and pills she had taken. Her son had been kind enough to leave her a wide assortment of pills. He told her which was which, but Janet's mind was too flooded with Scotch to give a damn about remembering complicated instructions. Instead, she just swallowed down a handful of the prettiest.

Without Billy's wonderful mouth getting in the way, Janet dressed quickly. She picked out the sexiest garment she owned. It was a black-sequined floor-length gown made of a softly spun material that molded to her body. Covered from head to toe, Janet looked naked. The crack of her ass was dearly outlined against the dress, along with her throbbing cuntlips and nipples.

Janet was startled by the sound of the doorman ringing on the intercom. She had expected Billy to be home by then, and figured he would take care of meeting Barbara. With all the pills she had downed, Janet knew tat she wasn't very steady. She was wearing very tall high-heels, in order to show-off the firm length of her legs.

Janet crossed the large living room to the front hallway. She made a last-minute check of the worn. The lights had already been turned down, casting dark, sexy shadows across the walls. She had to be careful not to trip over something in the darkness.

Barbara rang the bell on the door of her friend's apartment. She waited silently, feeling the blood rushing through her limbs. She could feel a deepening in her breathing, pushing her tits up towards the weight of her fur coat.

Janet hesitated for a moment. She didn't want Barbara to know that she had been waiting by the door, like a bitch in heat. She didn't want her to know that she would do anything in return for the touch of her body. Anything!

The lock clicked open and the latch turned. Janet stepped back into the hallway as the door swung open. She liked her body half-hidden in the shadows. She knew that the exotic aroma of her perfume and overflowing cunt would be more than enough to drag Barbara Foster into the apartment.

"Hello, darling," Barbara said, knowing the little game that Janet was playing.

"Come in, come in," Janet said, keeping her voice low and hot. "I was just going to check on dinner."

Barbara didn't like being left at the door, until her eyes followed Janet into the apartment. The woman had the walk of a jungle cat, or a whore hot for a buck! She knew just how to roll her ass. And that gown that she was wearing really highlighted the round firmness of her saucy buttocks.

Janet was putting on a little show for her guest. She was jumping at the chance to turn the bitch on. And Barbara knew it. Actually, she was flattered by all the trouble her friend was going to.

Barbara decided to play it coy with her own display time. She wasn't about to peel her fur off without an audience. Instead, she just sauntered over to the sofa, enjoying the cool air in the darkened apartment.

"You're working so hard," Barbara called out. "You're making me feel guilty. Can I fix you a drink, or help with something?"

"Hold on, sweetheart. I've fixed something special," Janet replied, removing a tray with glasses and a full pitcher from the refrigerator.

Barbara loved the idea of a surprise. She loved the whole idea of that night. The room was filling with the smells of a delicious dinner. What lay ahead promised to be a slow-paced exploration into perverted lust.

Janet held the cold tray out in front as she pushed her way through the swinging door into the living room. She stopped in her tracks at the beautiful sight of Barbara relaxing on the low-slung couch. A tiny light from a lamp beside her glowed across her. She had opened the top of her coat and her huge tits tumbled out.

Even in the darkened room, Barbara's hard nipples were clearly visible. The tips of her breasts were lighter than the rest of her tanned skin. The outline of her skimpy bikini drew attention to the hungry look of her swollen nipples.

Barbara could see that all the care she had taken was paying off. She could almost smell the cunt-juices bubbling between Janet's legs. Babs had fixed her coat so that the soft fur framed her tits, lifting them and making them look even more inviting.

"This is something Billy got ready before he left," Janet began, finally able to speak again.

"You mean Billy's not going to be…" Barbara said.

"Take it easy, sweetheart," Janet reassured. "He had to go out for a little while but he'll be back. He was really looking forward to seeing you," Janet continued, leaning forward to offer Barbara a glass.

As Janet moved forward, her fat tits heaved, stretching the material of her dress. The sight of those huge mounds really made Babs' mouth water.

"I told him about all the wonderful things we were going to do together. The three of us," Janet continued. "This is a special drink that my son whipped up for us," she explained, pouring the thick, patent brew into Barbara's glass.

"I'll bet that little bastard showed you a thing or two," Barbara joked, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a sip. "I've seen him in a wet bathing suit, honey, and I'll bet a lot of those little sluts and whores in his high school have seen him too. He's got a dick that looks like a ten-pound salami!"

"Take it easy with that stuff, baby," Janet teased. "Better drink it all down, not just sip the fucking thing to death. Billy pound up a hell of a lot of pills and shit and he said the best way to take it was fast."

"It is a little strong," Babs said, making a funny face after her first full swallow.

Janet poured herself a drink, put the tray on the coffee table, then sat down beside her guest. Their bodies were a few inches apart, and they could feel each other's body warmth.

"Let me put something on the stereo," Janet said, taking a deep pull from her glass before stumbling up to her feet.

Crossing the room to the stereo, Janet stopped to pick up a cigarette lighter. She knew that Billy had left a bunch of tightly rolled joints beside the turntable. A little grass would just hit the spot, she thought to herself, lifting a joint to her lips and lighting it.

Barbara couldn't tear her eyes from Janet's thrilling body. She was close to forty, but had the body of a hot cunt only twenty years old. She shuddered at the thought of the last time Janet had wrapped those long legs around her neck. She remembered sucking the sweetness out of her horny pussy.

In another few moments, hard, pulsing rock music poured from the speakers scattered throughout the immense room. Janet turned, a joint dangling from her lips. She felt the music take control, thrashing her body from side to side.

Barbara could feel the drink slamming into her brain. She couldn't imagine what could be in the stuff, and she didn't can. All she knew was that it was wonderful, burning her up as it surged through her blood to every part of her body.

Janet's wanton display of lewd dancing turned Barbara on even more. Her strong, slender fingers undid the remaining clasps holding her coat closed. Lifting her ass off the sofa while shrugging her shoulders, Babs took off her fur.

Janet's dark hungry eyes spotted the dampness between Barbara's legs immediately. There was a thin stream of cunt-juice rolling down her inner thigh. The older woman wanted to throw herself down between her friend's legs and suck the shit out of that beautiful snatch.

"Come here, you teasing bitch," Barbara hissed, finishing off the rest of her drink with one big gulp. "Get those tits of yours over here!" she continued, licking the last drops of her drink from her lips. "What did you have in mind?" Janet asked coyly, moving closer only a few inches.

"You whore!" Barbara laughed. "What the fuck do you think I have in mind with that wild-used body of yours? Do you think I want you for your fucking brains?"

"If you could figure out a way to fuck them, I'm sum you would!" Janet answered, giggling, stoned out of her mind as she dropped down onto the sofa beside her smashed friend.

Janet draped her arm around Babs naked shoulders while her fingers rubbed the younger woman's hard nipples. Her free hand pushed the burning joint between Barbara's sensual lips.

When Janet took back the tightly rolled reefer, she gabbed a quick hit and dropped it into the ashtray. Holding down the smoke, she pulled herself against Barbara's lush, naked tits.

Babs responded to the insistence of Janet's hungry mouth. She let her friend pry open her lips and teeth, opening the way for her lungful of smoke. As their drooling mouths pound together, the smoke passed between their heaving chests.

Billy couldn't have imagined a more thrilling sight than his mother and her best friend in the middle of the living room. He was glad they didn't hear him come in. He didn't want to interrupt a scene as marvelously perverted and twisted as that.

Billy stayed in the shadows of the hall, his right hand dropping down to unzip his fly and free his already stiffening dick. The thick tool poked its way through the folds of his jeans and underwear. His white briefs were covered with his mother's lipstick.

Barbara humped her body up against Janet's sequined figure. Her nipples loved the sharp edges on the shimmering material. Janet had shoved her hand down between Babs' naked thighs, right into the steaming heat of her quivering cunt. She was grinding the heel of her palm hard against her erect clitoris.

The contrast between Barbara's naked skin and his mother's sequin-covered body made Billy's prick really turn on and get as stiff as a shaft of steel. The swollen head of his dick filled big entire hand up with steaming meat. Even from across the room, he could hear the moist sounds of their mutual lust and hunger.

"Well look at this!" Billy suddenly said, swaggering out from the shadows.

The sight of Janet's son struck both women as comical. They wiled apart, laughing at his big hard-on that they hoped would soon be slamming the shit out of their asses, cunts mouths and throats.

Billy didn't mind hamming it up for the ladies. While he swung his cock from side to side, his horny gaze stayed on Babs Foster. He had seen her in some pretty wild outfits, but the bitch was even wilder naked. The dark stockings and high heels that she was wearing heightened the effect of her nude, lush figure.

Standing in front of the sofa, looking down into the faces of his mother and her best friend, Billy could see how really smashed they both were. They had a wild, wanton look in their eyes which grew wider as they focused on the bulbous tip of his prick.

"It's not nice to laugh at a guy," Billy began, sounding timid as he pumped away on his growing dick. "You could give me a complex or something."

"Complex or something?" Barbara howled. "I'll give you something!"

With that, the horny hitch threw herself off the couch and scurried between the boy's athletic thighs. She stand at the thick shaft, slowly licking her pink tongue across her already moist lips. Barbara's fingers traveled to the waistband of the boy's jeans. With a few quick twists of her wrists, she had his penis and underwear dangling mound his ankles. With a contented smile, she pressed her warm lips to the blunt tip of the teenagers tool. The tip of her tongue sought out the tiny pee-slit in the swollen cockhead.

Barbara tasted the first sweet drops of Billy's cum, and it made her pussy lips tighten with excitement. His hot juices were just as wonderful as the boy's mother said they'd be. She sucked harder and harder. His first drops of cum spurred her on to horny impatience. She wanted to feel the full force of Billy's load splashing into her churning stomach.

Janet took a motherly pride in her son's ability. She was proud that Billy's dick was proving itself just as good a fuck machine as she had bragged. She loved the way Babs' tits bounced each time her face lunged forward to swallow up more of the teenager's burning shaft.

"Come on, you bitch!" Billy screamed, thrusting his hips forward. "Get to work on that cock of mine. Eat every fucking inch of hot meat."

"Bust her fucking mouth wide open," Janet laughed, encouraging the sadistic streak she knew her son possessed.

"I'll show this cunt what I mean by a good sucking," Billy said, viciously ramming his cock deeper and deeper down Barbara's struggling throat.

Barbara was delighted with the attention Billy was paying to her hungry body. She loved the feel of his burning tool stretching her jaws to their limit. His cock's throbbing head was pressed tight against the back of her throat, almost cutting off her air supply. But the chance of suffocating didn't bother Babs in the least. She couldn't think of a better way to go.

Janet was beginning to feel a little left out. She had a good mouth, cunt and asshole just waiting for her son's dick. Her legs trembled, thinking about wrapping around Billy's narrow waist.

"You really are a greedy whore," Janet said, dropping down onto her knees beside her friend. "Let me have a taste of my own son's big prick," she demanded.

When Barbara refused to give way, Janet wrapped her fingers in the woman's hair and yanked back with all her might. The woman's head shot back with a snap of her neck. Billy's dick popped into view, glistening with his hot saliva.

"What the fuck's going on?" Barbara screamed, fighting to keep the tears from overflowing her eyes.

"Drop dead," Janet chuckled, ramming Billy's cock down her own throat.

"Talk about a whoring bitch!" Barbara replied, her mouth lonely for that shaft or hot meat pumping in and out of Janet's hard-working mouth.

Barbara knew that she had to wait in line behind Billy's mother for her crack at the boy's shooting cum. If his mother wanted the first load all for herself, there really wasn't anything Babs could do about it.

"Hey, bitch," Billy said, addressing Barbara's still kneeling figure. "I've got something just right for you."

Barbara watched as the young stud turned his ss towards her sweating face. She knew just what he had in mind from the snickering tone in his words.

"How about a little sandwich action?" Billy asked, reaching behind jo pull open the deep crack of his ass.

Barbara responded to the hungry sight of Billy's naked, puckered asshole. Her mouth watered for the taste of Billy's shit box. She wanted to push her tongue into his steaming canal just as far as it would go. She wasn't about to pass up the teenager's invitation to do just that.

"Eat his asshole all up," Janet howled, pulling her face out of her son's crotch for an instant.

"You can just shut the fuck up and keep sucking away at my cock," Billy yelled at his mother.

Barbara was pleased at the way Billy was talking to his old lady. She didn't like the idea of Janet having the advantage. She knew her cunt was tighter and more delicious than her friend's and she wanted a good chance to prove it. Sucking the skit out of the horny stud's shithole was just the chance she was looking for.

Crawling on her knees, a lewd grin spread across her sensual lips, Barbara snuggled behind Billy's standing figure. She reached out, holding one of the boy's asscheeks in each hand. Up close, his tight anal ring looked even more inviting. Her long tongue moistened her lips before she pushed her face between his spread asscheeks.

The muscles in Billy's buttocks tightened as he felt Barbara's hungry, wet mouth sucking away at his shithole. His body rocked back and forth between his mother and her friend. He was trembling uncontrollably between the dual onslaught of their drooling lips.

Janet's hands worked away on Billy's shaft and balls while Babs' fingers kept the boy's asscheeks nice and wide, making it easy for her to worm the wet tip of her tongue deep into his steaming bowels.

"Come on, you two whores!" Billy screamed. "Suck the shit out of me. Work, you stupid cunts!"

Both women responded to the boy's commands, sucking and licking twice as hard. They loved playing slaves, to the young boy's master. When he told them to work harder, they worked their hard-fucking asses off to please him.

Billy couldn't stand on his feet any longer. He was just too weak from all that loving to remain standing. He let all his muscles relax, and toppled over onto the sofa. Neither Babs nor his horny mother missed a suck as they stayed right with him.

Billy was sprawled out across the sofa, sitting on Barbara's face with his mother working away between his trembling thighs. He liked the wet feel of Babs' sweating flesh and wanted to get his hands on his mother's body.

"Let me see those fucking tits of yours, Mom," Billy said, reaching down to the neckband of his mother's expensive black-sequined evening gown.

The sound of tearing material lent a savage sound to Billy's actions. He couldn't have cared less about the cost of Janet's dress, and knew that his mother felt the same way. The only thing that was important was how quickly she could get her body naked and ready for her son's hungry mouth.

Janet's mouth worked up and down Billy's shaft as she squirmed out of her dress. The tear made the garment easy to peel off. The important thing was not to let her son's cock slip from between her lips. She knew that the young boy was almost ready to shoot, and couldn't risk losing the full force of his steaming load. That was something that the fucked out whore was really looking forward to.

"I want to shoot in your pussy, tramp!" Billy suddenly announced, digging his fingers into his mother's ripe tits and dragging her up from between his legs. "Settle down, bitch, and swallow up all my hot cock," he continued, grinding her crotch down against his pulsing dick.

Saliva drooled out, of the corner of Janet's mouth as she hustled to carry out her son's commands. She thrilled to his rough treatments, knowing that they were a gauge of how horny the little stud was.

Barbara struggled under the full weight of the teenager's bouncing body. But she didn't try to crawl out from under him. She was having much too much fun with her tongue almost all the way tip Billy's asshole, licking the steaming walls of his tight anal canal.

Babs' hands reached around to the grinding crotches of Billy and Janet. She tightened her fingers around the base of his tool while playing with his hairless balls. She loved the feel of their love juice flowing over her fingers. It was a shame her mouth was so busy, she thought. She would have enjoyed licking the thick sweetness of the cunt and cock stuck together.

"I leave those fat boobs up here," Billy told his mother, squirming his ass down against the sucking mouth working beneath him. "I want to bite, those fuckin' nipples off, you whorey tramp!"

New excitement raced through Janet's body as she cupped each breast and offered them up to her son for his pleasure. She could feel Babs' fingers at her crotch, the tips of the woman's fingers digging into her throbbing clitoris.

Janet rode her son's cock like a cowgirl on a bronco. The more he thrashed, the deeper his cock went. And the deeper he plunged his tool, the better she liked it. In the last week she had grown quite close to the teenager's fat dick. As a matter of fact, Billy's prick was her favorite. She couldn't remember a hot cock that she enjoyed more than her own son's.

Between the tightness of his mother's twat and the delving tongue of her girl friend, Billy couldn't hold back the full force of his climax any longer. He could feel the cum pumping from his balls, filling and swelling his young tool. The throbbing became unbearable just as the tip of his prick exploded.

"Come on, baby. Come on!" Janet screamed. "Pump that load of hot cum deep into my belly. Fill me up, damn it!" Her words bounced off the walls in the dimly lit apartment.

"Take it, you bitch. Let those pussy lips of yours suck up all my hot sex juice," Billy told her, his words strained with perverted lust.

Janet's eyes were clamped shut. Her arms were locked around Billy's neck as she felt the blasts of steaming cum bouncing off the inner walls of her cunt. Before she realized what was happening, her own orgasm crushed down on her. Instead of responding to her son's pleasures, she was caught in the jaws of her own needs.

Locked in each other's embrace, they cascaded over the brink of their climaxes. Neither Janet nor her orgasming son was giving any thought to the woman beneath them. She might be suffocating for all they cared their own pleasures were the only things on their minds.

But Barbara was almost unconscious. She had stopped trying to struggle for air and was just lying still, her tongue the only muscle moving. With her last breaths she was sucking the shit put of the handsome teenager's asshole. There was nothing else she could think of doing with her last ounce of strength.

Janet dug her naked feet into the muscular flesh of Billy's thighs, just as if she were hanging on for dear life. Each upward thrust of his hips brought a horny response from her sweat-soaked pussy.

In the throes of their climaxes, Billy and his mother toppled off of Barbara's half-dead body. They knocked over the coffee table in their haste to enjoy the forbidden fruits of mother-son love.

Barbara fought with all her strength to catch her breath. She was seeing spots before her eyes and was hardly aware that Billy had climbed off her face. She was licking the masculine taste of Billy's asshole from her tired lips. Her tongue was exhausted from the hard work.

Billy and Janet finally rolled apart, their skin sticking together from their sweat. Jan was on her back, the deep recesses of her pussy holding the full load of her son's jism. Only a little of their juices escaped her twat, rolling down her inner thighs in tiny streams of hot cream.

Barbara looked down at Janet. She was exhausted, her fucked-out leg spread wide. Barb felt her body growing stronger, responding to the sight of the tramp lying in the middle of the floor, her cunt filled to the brim with cum and cunt juices.

Babs dropped down to the floor with a thud, then crawled over to the resting woman on her hands and knees. She could see Billy looking at her swaying tits as she moved across the room. She could feel his gaze drilling into the deep crack of her ass. His interest made her cunt throb even more.

"Well, look at this," Janet giggled, looking down as her friend crawled between her legs. "It's feeding time at the zoo, bitch. Come and get it, tramp!"

Barbara liked the woman dominating her. She liked being told what to do. When her friend let her legs spread even further, Babs shoved her face down into that stewing twat and began sucking. She let her mouth go wild, savoring each hot, sticky drop of love juice.

Billy couldn't deny that he was really turned on by the sight of Barbara sucking the shit out of his mother's cunt. He knew that the sexy whore was drinking his cum, enjoying every precious drop of his treasured load. He liked how respectful she was, taking care not to lose one single bit of it.

Billy also liked the shape of Barbara's ass. In her position between his mother's legs, the boy had a good view of that marvelous bottom. His cock was burning to force its way into that deep, dark crack. He wanted to feel the tight ring of her anus kissing the swollen head of his tool. And most of all, he thought about those strong, steaming inner walls locking around his prick, really grabbing hold of his fuckmeat.

Barbara caught her breath when she felt Billy's hands on her ass. It didn't take much to figure out what the little bastard had on his mind. He was getting ready to slam his thick dick all the way up her tight ass, she was in the mood for that kind of action or not.

Janet was in seventh heaven. She relaxed every muscle in her body abandoning everything to the feeling of Babs' mouth on her cunt. The older woman's head rocked back and forth on the carpet. Her eyes were clamped shut and a broad, lewd grin was spread across her face.

"Alright, sugar. Relax," Billy told Barbara, rubbing his hands over the sweating firmness of her thighs and ass. "I'm gonna give you a nice ride now," he continued.

"You're going to enjoy this," Janet laughed, opening her eyes and seeing what her son was preparing. "And I'm talking from experience!"

Janet did indeed know what her sexy girl friend had in store for herself. She could well remember the feel of Billy's prick blasting its way into the depths of her bowels. She envied the agony that Barbara's body would soon be going through.

"Take it easy, baby," Barbara said, her eyes pleading for mercy as she looked back over her shoulder. "You've got some hunk of meat between your legs," she continued, licking her lips as her eyes caressed the burning tool sticking out from his hairless crotch. "That fucking cock could split me in two!"

"Sure, slut," Billy said, pressing the head of his dick against the tight ring of Barbara's anus. "I'm gonna be real gentle with you, cunt. You can bet on that!" he sneered.

With those last words, Billy's hips shot forward, ramming the full force of his dick halfway up the woman's asshole. Babs' scream rang out above the sound of the loud music. Then the tortured cry was drowned out in the soft curls of Janet's crotch as Janet tightened her legs around her friend's neck.

Billy flashed his mother an appreciative grin as he realized that she was holding his target nice and steady, making it easier to shove the thickness of his cock deep into Babs' hot bowels.

"Oh my God!" Barbara moaned, lifting her face from between Janet's strong legs for a moment.

Pain burned through Barbara's body like a raging fire, boiling the blood in her veins. She could feel rivers of perspiration rolling down her fat tits, straining the tops of Jan's legs and thighs. She almost fainted several times, nearly giving up to the tearing agony.

Billy wasn't giving the slightest thought to the effect of his plowing prick. His mind was filled with the wonderful sensations his tight-fitted cock was experiencing. By this time, he was almost fully inserted into Barbara's anus, with just an inch or two left to go. He could already feel the curls of her pubic hair tickling his cum-filled balls.

It was taking a while, but Babs was getting used to the insistent pounding of Billy's teenage cock. She had taken other dicks up her shithole, but none as thick and long as his burning shaft. His swollen cockhead felt like a fist pounding deeper and deeper.

"Feeling better, bitch?" Billy asked, punctuating each word with a quick jab of his hips and ass. "Answer me, slut," he snapped, annoyed that she didn't respond to his first teasing question.

Barbara fought to keep tears from running down her face. Janet loosened her grip on the woman when she saw that her friend had long stopped trying to free herself from the onslaught of Billy's dick. Babs smiled as best she could and looked back over her shoulder at the sadistic boy.

"Your big, fat cock feels just great, baby," she told him, wiggling her asshole back against his thrusting shaft just to prove the point.

"Hey, cunt," Janet said, reaching down to grab a handful of Barbara's hair and dragging the beautiful woman's face back into the steaming heat of her crotch. "Your shit box isn't the only hole in use. Get that fuckin' mouth of yours back down where it belongs… eating the cum and cunt-juice out of my fucked-out cunt!"

Barbara had finally come to really dig the feel of the boy's pistoning dick ripping up her asshole. When she turned her efforts back to Janet's cunt, she lapped long and hard. She found the throbbing nub of the older woman's clitoris and rolled the sensitive flesh over the sharp edges of her teeth. She was careful not to hurt her lover.

"That's it, baby!" Billy called out, slapping Barbara's right asscheek. "Move that stinkin' ass of yours. Really give my prick a wild ride, whore!"

Babs did just as she was told. She bucked her ass back against Billy's tool, thinking only of the pleasure that she gave him. The harder he slapped her, the wilder she thrashed her ass, first one way and then the other.

When he felt the tip of his dick sinking into a load of hot, unborn shit, Billy knew he was near shooting his cum deep into the tight anal. Barbara was waiting and ready for a good hosing down Billy figured he had enough boiling love-juice to do the job.

As skillfully as Janet was having her cunt sucked, she was still aware of her son. She wanted to gauge her orgasm to match his. She fought the urge to dump her cunt-cream into Barbara's mouth right then and there. She could see that Billy was close to cumming and struggled against her own passions to climax with him.

"YES… yes… YES!" Billy screamed, the tip of his cock shooting boiling spurts of cum up Barbara's ass.

"I'm with you, darling," Janet replied, exhausted as her orgasm took over. "I'm with you," she repeated, grinding her sopping pussy hard against her girl friend's mouth.

Even Barbara found herself caught up in the flood of climaxes. She could feel the hot cum splashing against the inner wall of her shithole, mixing with her shit as Billy's dick continued pumping in and out of her. Her hands had long since found their way between her legs. Three fingers were digging away deep in her drooling cunthole.

Barbara, Billy and Janet's bodies fused into one quivering mass of orgasming flesh. Each interlocked in the other's most intimate areas, they wiled about on the floor, giving little thought to the coffee table and chair that had toppled over.

Billy's prick remained snug in Babs' asshole long after he shot his load. The muscles hidden deep in her asshole felt marvelous as they worked up and down the length of his softened tool.

Janet was the first to move. She found that she had a terrible craving for a taste of her son's cock, especially if it was covered with a delicious coating of his cum mixed with Barbara's shit. The combination made her mouth drool.

Barbara was hardly aware of Janet crawling out from under her. She was much too busy enjoying the very best fucking that she could ever remember. Tremors still passed through her body, making her shiver uncontrollably. The teenager's cock up her ass made her feel completely fucked for the first time. She felt satisfied, truly satisfied.

Through half-closed eyes, Babs watched Janet pulling her son off her body, pulling his wonderful cock out of the tightness of her shitbox. And at that moment, she hated Janet. Hated her for taking the teenager's thrilling cock. Hated her for the control she had over Billy.

Janet didn't notice the look in Barbara's eyes. Her own attentions were focused on that soiled hunk of cockmeat between her son's legs. The sight of his shit-covered tool really started her juices flowing. She was actually drooling as she crawled over to Billy and snuggled her face into his crotch.

Billy grinned down at his mother as she extended her tongue and ran the very tip up and down the length of his dick. Her lips trembled to the taste of his hot flesh. The addition of Jan's sweet saliva made his cock tingle.

Barbara tried to submerge her feelings of hate towards her best friend, but she couldn't. The overwhelming emotion she felt was jealousy. When she watched the tip of Billy's prick slipping into Jan's mouth, she wanted to smash the woman right in the face and take that wonderful tool all for herself.

"That feels nice, Mom," Billy said gently, inching down to pat her tangled hair as she sucked away on the blunt tip of his dick. "You have the best fuckin' mouth in the whole fuckin' world," he continued, fixing his cock off the floor to urge more of his cock into the steaming heat of her mouth.

Janet concentrated on Billy's cockhead, running the edges of her teeth over the sensitive flesh as the tip of her tongue found her son's pee-slit. She explored the tiny hole, scooping out the last drops of cum still hiding in his spent prick.

Barbara summoned all the strength she could. Rolling onto her stomach, she crawled over Billy, dragging her tits across his chest as she pressed her mouth down onto his. She ground her lips down, forcing her tongue between the teenager's teeth. While Janet sucked away at her son's dick, Babs raped the boy's mouth.

Barbara couldn't deny the emotions she was feeling. The thirty-five-year old woman was falling in love with her eighteen-year-old stud. She wished that Billy's mother would just go away and leave them alone.

Babs was in love. She loved the ache in her ass that Billy's burning cock had caused. She loved the total satisfaction of the boy's fucking. And she loved the taste of his sweet, young mouth.

At that moment, Barbara knew that she would have to steal Billy away from his mother, so that she could have him all for herself. Barbara thought about marrying the little bastard!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jack Taylor couldn't have cared less what his wife and son were doing at that very moment. He was much too busy closing an important business deal for the advertising agency that he partially owned. Of course he had help. The six sexiest secretaries in the company were there to help convince Henry Stafford that there was the best agency to handle the advertising for his clothing business.

And clothing was what everybody was interested in. Specifically, getting all the clothes off those six horny bitches. Jack carefully split his attention between Jane Holmes on her knees between his leg, sucking the skit out of his prick, and making sure that all of Henry Stafford's needs were being well taken care of.

"This sure is my kind of company," Henry chuckled, lifting his face out of the swells of Suzy Phillips' big, fat tits.

Henry popped one of those throbbing nipples back into his mouth and began mauling that hunk of flesh. Felice Surret's lips slaved away up and down the length of his pole while Betty Miller and Rose Marie Todino tore off his five-hundred-dollar suit and equally expensive accessories.

"I'm glad you appreciate our kind of extra special care," Jack teased, content with Jane sucking his cock and balls and Roberta Barbash ripping off his clothing.

All the women had stripped down to panties, stocking and high heels. Except for the sexy shoes each girl wore, their scant clothing had been manufactured by Stafford's company. The fashion show had been Jack's idea.

This business meeting was taking place in a special conference room on the top floor of the mid-town skyscraper. It was an elaborately furnished apartment, complete with a fully stocked bar, sauna, any drug that anyone could wish for and a mirrored bedroom featuring a king-sized waterbed.

But the nicest thing about that conference room was that it sat atop a building full of the wildest-looking chicks in all of New York. For hot-wet cunt, there was no beating a big-time advertising agency. Jack and the other executives at D.D.O. believed in hiring worn on the basis of their fuckability. Dried-up old biddies were kept locked-up, out of sight. They were the ones that did all the work around the office, while their sexy co-workers hung around the water cooler, getting their firm asses pinched and their fat tits squeezed.

The lights had been turned off, except for those burning above the table covered with contracts. With all the fucking and sucking going on, Jack Taylor had to concentrate to keep things in perspective. Nothing was as important as getting those papers signed, he kept telling himself, lifting his ass off the couch to push his dick deeper and deeper into Jane's hungry mouth.

"One of you sluts should take care of my whole," Henry said. "Betty," he told the stunning black woman, "you look like you could get into some wild ass-sucking fun, tramp! Crawl around here, baby," he told her, wiling up onto one hip, "and get that shit-sucking mouth of yours ready for a hard-working night!"

"Sure thing, sweetheart," the black bitch said, pulling Henry's pants off as she stood up.

Suzy Phillips kept her fat tits within sucking range of Henry's mouth as he shifted his weight to allow Betty into the deep crack of his sweating ass. Suzy had the best tits in the entire company, and the client hadn't overlooked those special assets.

Jack could sense that Henry was getting very close to shooting his load down Felice's burning mouth. He could see the insistence of the old man's hips shoving that thick tool deeper and deeper. The young, ambitious executive knew that the moment was at hand to get those important contracts sited, sealed and delivered.

"While you're up, baby," Jack told Betty, "get those papers over there on the table. Business before pleasure," he added, smiling over to Henry.

"I get your meaning, Jacky boy," Henry chuckled good-naturedly, keeping his eyes trained on Betty's black, sexy ass. "Business before pleasure," he continued, staring into the dark crack of her ass, seeing easily through the thin nylon bikini.

Betty knew just what to do. She didn't have to look over her shoulder to see where the old bastard's eyes were focused. She could feel the warmth of his gaze on her bouncing bottom, as she retrieved the contracts. She wasn't stupid. She knew she was swinging her cunt for the good of the company, and knew that the company would thank her the usual way. Betty knew that her paycheck at the end of the week would be one thousand dollars fatter.

"I'm looking forward to the taste of your asshole, baby," Betty cooed, returning to the sofa with the most important contracts from the table.

"I hope you'll let me get my tongue nice and deep up your shitbox, sugar," the black tramp whispered, handing Henry the pen.

"Here's a nice desk, honey," Suzy giggled, offering her thrusting boobs to Mr. Stafford.

"I haven't had a better offer all day," Henry laughed.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Felice teased, puffing her face out of his crotch for a moment. "Wasn't my offer to swallow up a full load of your cum anything but a piece of shit?"

"Don't be silly, you little whore," Henry laughed, reaching down and pushing her face back onto his throbbing shaft of red-hot cockmeat.

But Henry knew that the sooner he signed those papers and got business over with, the quicker he could get down to the important things in life. Like ramming his cock up some of those cute chicks' asses and down some of their tight, hungry throats. Md he wasn't about to overlook the sweetness of their well-fucked pussies.

Everyone in the room laughed when Stafford took Suzy up on her offer. They only knew that her tits were big and firm enough to use as a desk. The back page of the contact got wet from his own saliva which covered those big globes of juicy flesh. He had a little trouble writing over her throbbingly hard nipples, but with extra effort Henry was able to manage.

Jack was only half joining in on the fun. He actually kept a careful eye on the signing, making sure Stafford didn't fuck anything up. Except for the girls, he mused to himself. Jack Taylor didn't get to be a partner in the agency by leading his mind around by his horny prick.

"Now that all of that shit is out of the way, let's have some fun," Rose Marie announced, pushing her panties into a tight strip around her thighs.

Henry hadn't really noticed the short, sexy Italian bitch that had helped strip him down. But the tight asshole she was bending over to show off really caught his attention. The way Rose Marie wiggled that saucy bottom showed Henry that she knew what a well-built ass was good for.

"Now that business is done with, let's get down to some hard fucking!" Henry announced, dropping the signed contracts to floor and wrapping a meaty hand around Rose Marie's hips.

Jack swooped down, scooped up the papers and had them safely tucked away before anyone had seen him. Not until those contracts were locked up did he allow himself to really relax and enjoy one of the delightful fringe benefits of his job.

"Get that mouth of yours out of the way," Henry screamed down to Felice, knocking her out of the way as he made room for Rose Marie's ready-to-be-fucked hole.

Felice didn't like being pushed aside. Before all that crap about getting those papers signed, she knew that his dick was just about ready to fire, filling her quivering belly with his boiling cum.

Felice wasn't as ambitious as her friends. Of course she enjoyed the boost to her paycheck, but she was genuinely there for the fucking. That slut couldn't think of a better way to pass the time than taking a load of cum-juice in her wild, thrashing body. She didn't care if her stud used her mouth, cunt or asshole, as long as he used her good and hard.

Jack smiled as he saw the pout on Felice's face. It was obvious that Henry wanted Rose Marie's cute bottom. The handsome executive also knew that Felice was there for the fucking, and it was a good idea to keep her happy.

"Get the fuck over here, tramp!" Jack called out, reaching across the room towards her sweating, naked tits.

Jane Holmes listened to her boss' words, and hoped that her friend Felice would be ordered to Jack's cock. At the age of forty-three, Jane had just about sucked and fucked all the horny cocks she had any interest in. Those years had paid off well for Jane Holmes. She had a bank account almost as big as her dick-hungry pussy.

But Jack was perfectly happy with the job his senior whore was doing on his cock. And he appreciated. Felice's talents. He knew how much the bitch would like getting her twat sucked inside out. Jack was sure he was just the stud for the job.

"Let's go, honey-cunt. Lie down up here," Jack told her, motioning for Felice to get herself comfortable and ready for a tongue-lashing.

The slut didn't need another invitation. She had enjoyed Jack Taylor's cream-gobbling lips many times before, and couldn't wait to get them back down between her sweating thighs.

Roberta Barbash was content to strip off all of her boss' clothes. As a matter of fact, she didn't really care if she never got a taste of either man's cock. Roberta was there for just two things. The first was the money. The second was the chance to suck the shit out of the prettiest cunts in the entire advertising agency.

Roberta knew just how perverted a lot of those powerful businessmen were. Wild displays of lesbian sex never failed to turn the men's half-limp pricks on. And on more than one occasion, an important executive brought along a sexy-looking bitch to have some, fun with too. Roberta's specialty was servicing the wives.

Roberta had sucked Felice's cunt many times, but she could always, enjoy another go at that sopping shrine. But she could see the need in Jack's eyes, and remained satisfied with mauling her friend's magnificent boobs.

"Holy skit!" Henry groaned, slamming his cock deep into the tight ring of the woman's anus. "You've got the best fuckin' shithole in this whole fuckin' world!" he screamed, as the rushing cum filled and bloated his already pounding dick. "Move it, tramp!" Henry ordered, punctuating the command with a sharp slap on her thigh.

Rose Marie sat atop Henry's lap, her back against his chest. The old man's cock was as deep as it could go up her shitbox. Reaching down between her legs, she found his wrinkled, hairy balls and began playing with them. She knew the effect the sharp edges of her nails was having on his sensitive flesh. She could feel the blood and cum surging to the tip of the man's cock.

Suzy's tits ached without someone sucking away at their throbbing nipples. Luckily, Betty's hungry black mouth was close by and that ebony-skinned tramp really knew how to suck a woman's boobs until they tingled with joy. She was a specialist in taking care of horny wives, just like Roberta.

Roberta and Suzy combined their own pleasure with giving Henry a nice show to watch. It was their job to give his cock something to get hard about. The fact that they enjoyed themselves so much was just a little extra for doing such a good job for the company.

Henry certainly didn't miss the exhibition going on in his honor. As he drove his dick deeper and deeper, he watched Suzy scoop up both of Betty's black tits and cover them with hot kisses. He watched the white slut's mouth catch a hard nipple between tits and lips. It looked like Suzy was using her mouth to pluck a ripe cherry right off the tree.

Betty bent her head nil the way back, allowing a contented groan to slip from her throat. Suzy's mouth flew from one nipple to the next, the wet sloppy sounds of her mouth echoing in the darkened, air conditioned apartment.

Jack and Roberta attacked Felice at the same time. He concentrated on her overflowing twat while the horny woman took care of her friend's bouncing, heaving, trembling tits. The sounds of their horny lovemaking were heard over the din of the rest of the orgy.

At first, Felice was surprised at the level of her co-worker's mouth. In all the fuck sessions that she had taken part in at Jack's orders, she had never had a chance to sample another woman's talents. She had to admit that Roberta was considerably more skilled than she would have imagined. And considerably more exciting too!

Henry's prick was a good deal thicker and more powerful than any other that she had taken up her asshole in quite sonic time. She loved the way his hips lifted both their bodies off the sofa as he rammed the shit out of her shit factory.

Jane Holmes sucked away at Jack's dick, envying Felice's easy job. The woman would have loved to relax on a nice, soft couch getting sucked and licked and eaten by a sexy stud and beautiful bitch. That would have been a lot nicer than banging her knees on the floor sucking the shit out of some over-hung dickman.

But in all the time that Jane had sucked cock for the agency, she had had her share of easy times. She also knew that her age made it a little more difficult to turn on many of the bastards that came around to have their clicks sucked. Jane knew they were looking for young nookie, and she had to show them a few tricks now and then to show off the advantages of fucking with a whore that had been around a lot of studs saw the wisdom in her experience. Jane was one of the busiest little tramps in the entire company. She went to great lengths to keep her body in tight shape, ready to take care of a horny dick looking for someplace to shoot a steaming load of cum.

Jack enjoyed Jane's mouth. He knew the old bitch was just in it for the money, but he could remember when she tossed her cunt up onto the desk for the sheer pleasure of getting it stuffed. Of course that had been a while ago, Jack recalled to himself.

Betty leaned her head forward, scooping her mouth down to Suzy's big tits. Her black lips sought out a throbbing nipple, captured it between the sharp edges of her teeth and began lashing away in total abandon. Suzy's throbbing nipple was like a piece of candy to the black slut.

And Rose Marie was nearly unconscious. Henry's cock was ripping the tight canal of her asshole open. His thrusts were vicious, sending shocks and bolts of pain racing through the girl's bloodstream.

"I'm gonna shoot, you bitch!" Henry screamed, biting down into the woman's soft shoulder as he pounded her body again and again. "Fuck back, you slut, fuck back!" he continued, reaching around her body to grab hold of her tits so that he could use them like doorknobs to hold onto her body with.

Rose Marie got ready to take Henry's climax. She tightened muscles deep within her buttocks, wanting to give the man's dick something to ache about. Her fingers never stopped thrilling his balls and the base of his thick tool. She rubbed the cunt juices that overflowed her sopping pussy lips all over Henry's crotch. She wp sure that the old fucker loved it.

Jack proved himself an expert at cunt-sucking. Felice was so turned, on by his mouth that she wrapped her legs around his neck and used them to pull her crotch tighter and tighter to his hard-working lips and teeth. She was loving the way he rolled her clitoris between his teeth, sending electric sparks shooting through her brain.

Felice had also tightened her arm around Roberta's waist, pulling her co-worker harder against her hot body. Her tits were being sucked like only another woman could suck them. It was almost enough to make her cum right then and there, before any of the wilder fun and games that were planned for the evening.

Suzy and Betty were going crazily at each other's body, sucking and licking the sweat off each other's boiling skin. They each dropped a hand between the other's legs, and were busy prying open each other's cunt lips. Their bodies trembled as their fingers explored each other's sopping pussy.

Henry was the first to orgasm, shooting a load of jism deep into Rose Marie's steaming bowels. He thrilled to the feel of his cock bathed in his own cum. The tight fit of his dick kept the precious fluid from dripping out and being wasted on the furniture.

Rose Marie could feel the old bastard climax, filling her with burning cum. She felt the bloated tip of his cock exploding again and again, splashing its loads against the walls of her steaming cavern. She pound down against the base of Henry's prick extra hard, squeezing out the last of the old man's precious load. She was hoping that he had a lot more than just one explosion in his balls.

A string of tiny orgasms tippled through Felice as she dumped her love juices into Jack's mouth. She lifted her entire body up off the sofa, stuffing more and more of her fat tits between Roberta's hungry lips.

Suzy and Betty came all over each other's fingers as they fucked away. Both pairs of fat tits, white and black, were covered with teeth marks.

Jane held her breath as she took the full force of lack's climax down her throat. She sucked obediently, careful not to lose a drop of her boss' cum. Jack was her boss, but counting all the little bonuses in her paycheck every week, she made as much money as he did, if not more.

"This is a hell of a way to run a company," Jane mumbled, gobbling down more of Jack Taylor's cum.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Three days had passed before Barbara Foster had a chance to get Billy Taylor alone in her apartment. Ever since that sexual feast at his mother's place, Babs had been plotting a way to have his fat cock all to herself.

She had called Janet that afternoon, making up the excuse of wanting to borrow a piece of jewelry. There was a snicker in the older woman's voice when she said she would send over her son with the trinket.

Janet knew the good use Barbara was going to put Billy's dick to, and wished her friend all the good times in the world. Of course, she was a little surprised that Babs hadn't asked her to join them, but she didn't really give it much of a second thought. The one thing she couldn't complain about was having a lack of her son's hot cock. She knew it was only right to share the wealth with the other horny women around town.

"I'll send him by about seven tonight," Barbara told her friend that afternoon.

Barbara only had a few hours to get ready for Billy, and she had many things to do. Since the other night, she couldn't take her mind off the teenager. Her mind remained focused on the perverted activities of the other night. And she couldn't get it out of her mind that she was actually in love with the young boy.

As silly as she was sure it sounded, Barbara couldn't think about the rest of her life without the boy, now that she had tasted his thrillingly young body. This was her first big chance to show him how she felt, and Babs wasn't going to let the moment slip by.

Barbara had seen a tough streak in the boy the other night. The brutal, almost sadistic glint in the stud's eyes had sent a chili racing through her bloodstream and a tremble through her cunt lips.

Barbara had gone to the stores that afternoon, buying some special things for the night of thrills with Billy Taylor. One of the shops that she visited was in the west section of mid-town Manhattan. It was an industrial area, with few retail stores.

The Playchest was the kind of a store that did most of its business through the mails, shipping things out in plain brown wrappers without return addresses, Barbara had visited the tiny shop several times before, when she needed some special things in leather for some special friends.

Barbara was going to please Billy the way she thought he would most like to be pleased. She spent the afternoon sifting through the bondage fashions that the store specialized in. Just holding the leather and chains made her fingers tremble with building lust.

Barbara's fingers toyed with the package all the way home. Now she was imagining herself dressed in her new garments, her wrists shackled to her ankles. She imagined herself twisting at Billy's feet, a slave to the boy's thick, throbbing cock.

Barbara didn't take a shower before getting dressed for the evening. She had worked up quite a sweat that afternoon, getting ready, and she liked the strong scent of her body. The sweet, heavy perfume that she used mixed with the smells of her perspiration, and she knew that the aroma would make Billy's teenage tool stick out on end.

Seven o'clock wiled around faster than Barbara had realized, and she was soon rushing to put on the finishing touches on her make-up. The straps of smooth, black leather hanging from her arms didn't get in the way.

The lobby buzzer sounded just as Barbara turned off all but one small lamp in her large living room. She stepped to the front door with a joint of powerful grass hanging from her lips.

If things went as planned, Barbara told herself, Billy would leave the following morning needing her just as much as she needed him. She intended to satisfy the boy's every fantasy. When Babs was through with him, he wouldn't need his mother's fucked-out pussy any more.

Barbara drew a lungful of smoke into her chest when Billy rang the front doorbell. She waited there, not wanting to appear too eager. Of course, she wasn't about to play hard-to-get with the cockshaft that she wanted so much.

Exhaling, she took another toke as she leaned forward and slowly unlocked the door. She opened it and stood framed in the doorway, a spiral of pot smoke drifting up from her lips.

Billy was caught off balance by the sight of Barbara Foster standing in front of him. She was wearing black high heels, black mesh stockings and the wildest, thinnest leather bikini bra and panties that the boy had ever seen.

But it was the straps and retainers that captured Billy's attention. Just the sight of that instruments of domination made his cock as hard as a steel rod. Barbara was wearing some sort of a harness, made of thick leather and brass rings. The thought of all sorts of great positions that he couldn't wait to try out with his mother's best friend. On his way over to her apartment he had daydreamed about getting rough with that wild-wet bitch. Dressed as she was, Billy knew that he could have all the fun he wanted with her fuckable body.

"Don't just stand out there, baby," Babs finally said, stepping to the side so that Billy could step past her into the apartment. "You might catch cold out there all by your lonesome self, sweetheart," she continued, the words, slipping from her lips as if each were dipped in honey.

"You won't have to ask twice, bitch," Billy crowed, swaggering up to Barbara like a dockworker.

Barbara stood open to Billy's inspection, and felt proud when his eyes darted from one fat tit to the other. Her breath caught in her throat as the boy marched out and wrapped the fingers of his right hand around a leather strap that dangled from the collar around her neck.

Still standing in the open doorway, Billy yanked down on the strap, making Barbara's knees bend under the strain. A sadistic grin spread across his face as her body yielded against his own, her tits pointing upwards ready for his touch.

"You look good, baby," Billy grunted, crushing her lips with his own. "Good enough to eat," he added, reaching down to her crotch and dining his left hand into the sopping heat of her twat.

Barbara knew that she shouldn't be standing in the hallway of her building, dressed the way she was dressed and being handled by a teenager the way Billy was handling her. But she wasn't about to deny him his pleasure, when and where he took it. Her nosey neighbors would just have to risk being shocked if they stepped out into the hallway at that moment.

When Billy finally released her, Barbara's hand flew to her neck. She tied on the collar that was strangling her as her tongue licked up the excess that the drooling boy's mouth had left on her own. She didn't realize that the strap was built to cut off her air supply when it was yanked on. She almost fainted from lack of oxygen but it didn't matter. As she starred back out of his embrace, she saw the swelling fullness of his hot cock pushing out the front of his jeans. She knew that it was her lusting body that made his dick throb, and she loved the feeling of power his need for her generated.

"Here baby," Barbara told the boy, handing him the joint.

Billy let Barbara lead him into the darkened apartment. The door slimmed shut behind them as they headed for the low-slung couch in the middle of the room. She was leading the boy by his prick, working her long, slender fingers up the shaft of meat beneath the front of his straining jeans.

"Let me take that," Barbara offered, taking the jewelry that Janet had sent her.

Billy was as aware as his mother of the flimsiness of Babs' excuse for seeing him. She didn't even play along with the script as she tossed the small box onto a table in the hallway. It was just a silly prop, and Barbara treated it that way.

"What can I fix you, darling?" Barbara asked, sauntering over to the bar with a swing of her sexy hips. "I have anything your little heart desires, darling," she continued, holding up a clear glass bowl of all different pills. "If you don't see what you want," she added, thrusting her nearly naked cunt out in his direction, "just ask for it."

Billy picked out some pills, and asked for a Scotch on the rocks. Barbara was delighted with herself as she puttered around the bar, getting everything just right for her dominant lover.

Barbara turned back to the sofa carrying a tray loaded down with booze, pills and small brass locks. She was hoping that Billy felt like getting down to some real action nice and fast. She wanted to show him just how flexible she could be in acting out his fantasies.

Billy's eyes went wide when he spied those locks and the tray beside his drink. Taking the drink in one hand, he made short work of getting the pill down. Barbara was standing in front of him, bending at the waist waiting for anything that he might want to do to her.

With one hand, Billy reached out and hooked his fingers into the two brass rings hanging from the tips of her leather bra. He pulled them together, painfully crushing the beautiful woman's boobs. He slipped the first lock into place.

Looking down at her tits, Billy saw that the squeezed-together tits made a perfect place for fucking. He was thrilled with the idea of pushing his dick between those fat orbs, pumping away at her body until the tip of his cock exploded his boiling load of cum.

"Let's get down to business, whore," Billy growled, knocking the tray out of Babs' hands as he pulled her down across his lap. "Bend your fuckin' arms behind your back, and be quick about it," he continued, quickly getting into the slave muter game.

It hurt when Barbara's tits bounced against his hard thighs, but she didn't dare open her mouth about it. Instead, he placed her arms around her back, just as she was told to do. Her cunt throbbed even more when she heard the snap of the lock connecting the rings on her wrists.

When he was finished locking Barbara's hands behind her, Billy tossed the woman onto the floor at his feet. The fact that she bruised her arm hitting the leg of a chair didn't disturb the boy in the least. After all, Babs had made it perfectly clear that she was there for his sole pleasure.

"Get those fuckin' legs of yours together, whore," Billy commanded, towering over the groveling bitch on the floor.

Barbara rolled onto her back, lifting her legs up towards Billy. He didn't have to bend over to snap the third lock on the submissive woman's ankles. Finally, the handsome stud used a leather strap to tie Babs' hands and feet together.

Billy laughed as he stood looking down at the totally helpless woman cowering on the floor. Her tits still looked great, and he thrilled to the sight of the edge of her leather bra biting into her naked flesh.

Barbara could feel beads of perspiration forming on her brow. The salty sweat burned her eyes as it dripped into them. The rough material of the carpet irritated her tender skin, making her squirm that much more invitingly.

Billy tore the waistband of his jeans open. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock popped out into the open. The sight of his swollen, throbbing prickmeat, ready for her hungry mouth, was almost more then Barbara could bear. She had to wrap her trembling lips around his dick; she had to feel his spurting cum splashing against the back of her throat.

Barbara would have enjoyed stripping off the boy's clothing, but that was impossible. Billy took his time getting out of his shirt and pants, knowing that the whore on the floor was getting a good eyeful of his ready to fuck dick.

Kicking his socks into the corner, Billy rolled over, using the tip of his foot. The look of agony on Barbara's face made Billy's cock even harder as he knelt down. That put his dick within sucking range. And that was something that Babs had no intention of passing up.

"Come oh, honey," she begged, straining her neck to get closer to his fat, cum-tipped tool. "Let me at that big, cock of yours, stud. I want to taste those hot juices of yours. Fuck me. Fuck me in the face, darling," she begged.

Billy held the tip of his shaft a scant inch from Barbara's pleading lips. Every time it looked like she was going to catch her prize, he skillfully yanked it just out of reach. He laughed out loud at the tears of frustration that he saw building up in Babs' heavy, sensual eyes.

"Take it easy, whore," he barked, slashing the back of his hand across her beautiful face. "Don't be such a greedy bitch," he warned her.

Billy's blow caught Barbara by surprise. The force of the slap was thrilling, sending her sprawling across the floor. Ha cunt started to drool when he reached over, grabbed hold of the lock on her tits and pulled her into a sitting position. It knocked the wind out of her, but she loved it.

Billy roughly positioned Babs between his legs, resting his burning cock on her cleavage. He liked the sight of the red mark across her face. It made his cock hungry for her mouth.

"Start sucking, tramp," Billy told her, lifting his cock to her mouth and shoving it inside.

This was what Barbara was waiting for, but the suddenness of Billy's actions still took her by surprise. She struggled to take the full thickness of his tool, and she could feel pain in her jaws as the teenager's cock pressed deeper.

"Suck harder, bitch!" he screamed, shooting his hips forward and ramming his cockhead deeper down her throat.

Barbara groaned loudly, slaving with every ounce of strength in her body to carry out her orders. She was gagging on the surging shaft, but she struggled to keep Billy from hearing the sound of her choking. She didn't want it to bother her young, handsome stud.

Billy heard Barbara gagging, but didn't give a slit about it. He wanted to get the woman's saliva all ever his shaft, lubricating it for the tight fit between her heaving breasts. The boy had his heart set on fucking those big tits.

Barbara bent her neck so that her long tongue was able to lick over the boy's hairless balls. She could feel the cum boiling in those spheres. Every once in a while, the tip of her tongue found its way into the crack of his ass. With his help, she was able to run the tip of her tongue around the tight ring of Billy's asshole.

Billy enjoyed Babs' explorations, but he was more interested in getting his cock ready for those tits of hers. The idea of pounding the breath out of Barbara's body was making his cock ache with desire.

"I want my dick good and wet," he told her, keeping a cutting, dominant quality in his voice.

Barbara hadn't figured out yet what the boy wat after, but it didn't make the slightest difference. If Billy told her to soak down his meat, that's the only thing she thought about.

Billy was pleased at how quickly Babs carried out his orders. The sound of her wet lapping mouth filled the room. His cock tingled from the glistening moistness of her saliva. He leaned back on his heels, enjoying the warmth of her tongue, lips, and mouth. The fact that the slaving ramp had to stretch uncomfortably made it just that much more fun for both the sadistic master and his masochistic servant.

"Move that cumbag body of yours around this way," Billy snapped, grabbing her straps and twisting the bitch any way he felt like twisting her.

Barbara wished that her hands were free to support the top of her body. With them handcuffed behind her back, she rubbed her soft-featured face against the harsh carpet. It wasn't only humiliating, it was painful too.

Billy handled the woman like a bag of shit. It was the way he knew she wanted to be treated. The more he slammed her around, the more he bruised her tits and ass, the better she liked it. The boy was experienced in rough stuff. His mother liked to be beat-up before they fucked.

When Billy shoved his cock down between Barbara's crushed tits, she knew what was expected of her. Using her entire body, she fucked back against his raging shaft, pushing his cock deep into her dark cleavage.

Barbara was glad she had soaked down Billy's cock. Without her saliva making things slippery, his dick would have burned the skin off the inside of her boobs. As it was, the pistoning insistence of his prick rubbed her skin raw until it was bright red.

Billy was really having one hell of a time. The woman's tits were as good as they looked. His cock hadn't been treated to as tight a fit in quite some time. Her skin was getting so hot that it started the juices boiling in his balls.

"I told you to move it, bitch!" Billy screamed, slamming his open hand into Barbara's face.

Before she had a chance to recover from the first blow, Billy struck Babs again. And then again. He wanted to show her, once and for all, who the boss was. She was going to respond to his desires with every ounce of strength in her body, or he was going to bust her ass.

Barbara didn't doubt how far Billy would go to satisfy his freaky tastes. She knew not to get too carried away with him. She knew that it might mean the need for a doctor to piece her back together again. She wasn't looking for that kind of trouble.

Billy bounced Barbara's body around like a rag-doll. She thrashed first one way, and then the next. Her tits would have bounced around the same way, had it not been for the chains, locks and leather that kept them rigid.

Billy finally found it impossible to hold back the raging force of his cock. Shoving his dick hard into the tightness of the woman's boobs, the tip of his tool exploded. His hips shot forward as he felt the cum shooting from the tiny pee-slit in the blunt tip of his dick.

"Yes, you slut. Yes, you fuckin' whore," the teenager screamed, lost in the throbbing passions or his lust.

Barbara loved all the dirty names Billy called her. It made her feel worthless and humble. When he spit those words at her she believed them.

"Cunt!" he screamed. "Filthy cum-hungry cunt!"

When his hips stopped thrusting, and she felt his cock going soft, Barbara let it slip from between her breasts. She studied its glistening skin before twisting her head low and popping the spent prick into her mouth. She loved the taste of his sweet cum, and sucked the last drops of precious liquid from his fucked-out shaft.

Barbara was sorry that she hadn't taken the full blast of Billy's jism down her throat. His sticky sweetness we just what her churning belly was looking for. She would have loved to struggle to get every last drop. She wouldn't have lost the smallest little bit of Billy's load.

At least she was able to enjoy the warm sensation of Billy's load dropping into the cleavage of her freshly-fucked tits. And Barbara knew that her lover had more loads where that came from. She was going to get her fill of his prick before the evening was half-finished, and she knew it.

Billy was surprised to feel his cock coming to life so quickly, but there was no denying the quiver of excitement surging through his prick at that moment. Barbara's mouth was even more experienced than Janet's. She sucked louder and wetter. And the sight of her twisted at hit feet, shackled for his pleasure, was almost too much to bear.

With his cock sticking straight out, Billy stood up. He towered over Babs, still enjoying her obvious discomfort. He rolled her around on the floor with the side of his foot. The sight of tears of pain welling in her eyes made his dick even hotter.

"Why don't you shove that fuckin' cock of yours into me, big fucker?" Barbara asked coyly, smiling despite the aching in her arms and legs.

"Not a bad idea," Billy remarked, reaching down and grabbing Barbara's left tit. "You got a lot of nice places to fuck, lady," he added, twisting that hunk of flesh sadistically.

Billy's eyes danced over Barbara's body trashed beneath his gasp. He was really turned on by the sight of her wiggling ass just out of sight under the black-leather bikini. The strap connecting Babs' locked wrists and ankles was drawn tight up the length of her ass-crack. The two cheeks of her buttocks were split apart like walnut. He was sure the leather strap and panties were cutting into her crotch savagely.

Barbara's eyes remained fixed on the handsome teenager as he went over to his jeans and drew out the thick black-leather belt from its belt-loops. The heavy steel buckle shimmered in the dim light. The horny bitch trembled with fear and lust.

"Get into the bedroom, slut!" Billy screamed.

Barbara was helpless. So totally shackled, she could hardly breathe much less make it into the other room. She didn't try to conceal the terror in her face as she looked up at her master. Babs looked for some sign of how Billy expected her to carry out his command.

"Sure, baby," Barbara said, her voice submissive. "Just unlock my feet for me, honey. Or my hands," she suddenly said. "Yeah, Billy honey. Unlock my hands and I'll crawl into the bedroom for you. Just like a fucked-out whore!"

The image of Barbara dragging her ass across the floor turned Billy's cock nice and hard, but his original thought made his cock burn even more. Doubling the belt over, he shot it forward, enjoying the sound of the strap whistling through the air.

The lash sliced into Barbara's hip like a knife, leaving a red welt across her perspiring skin a good two inches wide. Billy's blow had been so strong that the pain jerked her body across the floor almost a foot. The brutal stud was so pleased with the result of the lash, he struck Barbara again.

Once again the woman's harnessed figure moved closer to the bedroom. Babs suddenly realized how he intended to get her into the bedroom. She was thrilled with his technique, as the tears of pain rolled down her cheeks. Billy was an animal, treating her like the animal that she knew she was.

"Get going, you bitch. You stinkin' slut. If you don't get that fat ass of yours in the bedroom quick, I'll really beat the shit out of your tits. You don't expect me to wait all day to shove my prick up your ass, do you?" he asked.

Billy punctuated his words with an endless cascade of stinging belt lashes. He wasn't waiting for an answer to his question. As a matter of fact, he was getting one hell of a kick out of the way his mother's best friend was letting him beat her up.

Barbara's face was wet with tears by the time she made it into the other room. She was nearly unconscious by the time she broke down at the foot of her bed. Her body was covered with angry red blotches. The boy hadn't spared one inch of her body. And he had given her cunt an extra helping of his special kind of attention.

Barbara's mind was in a daze. Through the heavy haze of her thoughts, she felt Billy's arms tighten around the back of her harness. With one powerful thrust, he lifted her exhausted figure up into the air and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced forward, cracking her head on the bed-post of the bed. Babs was too far gone to even feel the blow.

Billy unlocked the padlock keeping the woman's hands and feet together. Her body straightened out, allowing Barbara her first moments without pain in quite a while. It gave her a chance to regain her strength after the ordeal of getting from the living worn to the bedroom.

"Don't get too comfy, slut," Billy threatened, hooking a finger in the elastic waistband of Babs' leather bikini. "I've got some hard fucking to do," he added, his fingertips tracing up and down the length of the woman's ass-crack.

Barbara sensed a warmth from the boy for the first time. And just that brief human moment reinforced, all the positive things she felt about Janet's son. She marveled at her sudden shifts of emotion. His brutal traits were just as thrilling as the tender times they spent together.

Babs was on her stomach, smiling broadly as Billy pulled the leather panties she was wearing into a thin, black strip halfway down her thighs. Digging his fingers into her waist, he yanked her up into a kneeling position.

Billy hadn't undone the locks on Barbara's feet, hands or tits. She struggled to hold that position as the young stud climbed up behind her. She could feel the thickness of his shaft pressing its way towards her tight anus. She could feel his strong fingers tearing open the twin globes of her ass, exposing the target for the blunt tip of his cock.

"I can't wait for you to fuck the shit out of me," she told him, smiling over her shoulder as warmly and invitingly as she could, while wiggling her saucy bottom at the teenager. "Just climb aboard, cowboy," she continued, jabbing her ass, back against his dick, trying to capture its horny thickness.

"Let's go, bitch," Billy answered, shoving his hips forward with every ounce of power in his muscles.

"Holy shit!" Barbara screamed, torn by the incredible pain.

"Fuck that ass of yours back against my cock. I want a real good ride," he told her, stinging her thighs with the doubled leather belt that still hung from his fingers.

As always, Barbara did as she was told, slamming back against Billy's asshole reamer. She felt as though his bloated prick-head would push its way up through her grunting throat.

"Is this what you want… is this what you want… is this what you want?" she repeated, her words a mumbled slur as she responded to the whipping.

"Harder, slut!" Billy screamed, demonstrating with the folded belt just how hard he wanted her to fuck back against him.

A trickle of saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth as Barbara let her last inhibitions melt away. Her body thrashed in every direction at once. His ass-fucking techniques were just as delightful as she remembered. Being completely at his will, her hands and feet shackled, made the whole scene even wilder and more perverted.

Billy found the lock on Barbara's tits getting in the way. He used his hands to tear the leather garment in two. He then attacked Babs' boobs with the same intensity, grabbing and twisting her throbbing nipples. The expensive garment hung in shreds from her arms. The lock had found its way beneath her flat belly and was digging into her skin.

Barbara was able to increase the pace of their fucking when she felt the tip of Billy's cock explode deep in her bowels. She felt each spurting load as it splashed against the inner walls of her steaming chamber.

Billy was oblivious to everything except the climax ripping through this body. The ring of Babs' anus tightened around the base of his tool, and muscles hidden deep in her buttocks, sucked the boiling load out of the boy's hairless balls.

The boy's spending seemed endless. Each time Barbara thought she had taken all of it, she felt Billy's spine stiffen and new explosions burst from the tip of his sunken cock. She could feel the steaming thickness mixing with her shit. She hoped that the stud wasn't doing any permanent damage to her asshole.

Beneath the crush of emotions and sensations that Barbara was experiencing, she passed out. The fact that her body suddenly went motionless didn't stop Billy. The cum was still shooting from the tip of his tool, though not with its old force.

Barbara wasn't allowed the mercy of unconsciousness for very long. Life soon came back to her pain-torn body. She wondered whether her wrists and ankles were bleeding when Billy slowed down and stopped. It was difficult for her to breathe with the full weight of the boy's body atop her own, but she managed.

Billy's eyes were closed as he rested, his cock still deep in Barbara's asshole. He enjoyed the after throbs of his passion as his dick soaked in the mixture of his cum and his bitch's shit. Every once in a while, a tremor passed through Babs muscles, giving the boy a thrill.

When he caught his breath, Billy retrieved the keys to the locks from the adjoining room. He handled Barbara carefully, respectfully, as he released her. He rubbed her wrists to get the circulation back, and did it very lovingly. She was shocked and touched by his tenderness.

"I… I hope I didn't get too carried away," Billy stammered, looking at the deep welts around Barbara's hips and ass.

"Don't be silly, darling," Barbara replied, stretching her legs out for the first time in quite a while. "I loved every fuckin' minute of it," she continued, leaning up on one arm and wrapping the other around his broad neck.

Barbara pressed her lips to his, pushing her tongue through Billy's teeth to lick the walls of his mouth. She made sure her fat tits were pressing against his arm, and made sure he could feel just how hard her nipples were.

"You've got the best cock in the whole fucking world," she gushed, saliva shining around the edges of her mouth.

Barbara reached down between the boy's legs. Her fingers found his limp tool. A giggle welled up in her throat as she played with the heavily coated cock. Her hand slipped up and down the length of his exhausted dick.

"You'd better let me clean you off, honey," Barbara said, enjoying Billy's passive mood.

Billy was enjoying the scene, too. He was too fucked-out to want to work, and was more than content to just lie back and get taken care of. And he couldn't deny that he was feeling something deeper than lust for the woman crawling between his legs.

"Darling. I love you," Billy said softly, spreading his legs to make it easier for her to get at his cock.

"That's really wonderful, Billy," Barbara replied, planting a big, wet kiss onto, the head of his dick. "You've made me proud of my ability to please you, sweetheart?"

Barbara's lips trembled at her first taste of the filth covering Billy's prick. He had literally fucked the shit out of her ass, and now she was hungrily lapping it all up. She couldn't decide whether she liked the taste of her own skit, or the taste of her lover's cum better. She finally decided on the cockjuice as the winner.

"And I want to tell you, baby," Babs continued, "I feel the very same way. I fell in love with you the very first time you slammed your dick down my throat. I remember how the warm feeling washed over me as I swallowed my first load of your delicious cum."

Barbara turned her attentions back to the prick that needed cleaning. She was feeling wonderful at that moment, despite the bruises and red marks all over her body, despite her asshole that felt as though it had just been fucked by a telephone pole.

Barbara's fingers sought out Billy's exhausted balls. She loved the feel of her sharp-edged fingernails against his sensitive flesh. She was even more thrilled to feel a tremor of life returning to his shaft. She was sure her lips could feel blood pumping into his shaft as her mouth slid up and down the length of his dick.

The reviving throb of Billy's prick pushed Barbara to greater heights of lust. Her cunt had overflowed mow than once while the boy's cock had pistoned in and out of her asshole. But now, the effect of her skilled mouth on his exhausted tool amazed her. She didn't think Janet's son had that much in him!

"I can't live without you, Billy," Barbara said, pulling her mouth off his cock and staring straight into his gentle eyes. "I want to marry you!"

Barbara knew that she was risking a great deal telling Billy the truth. She was afraid that she might scare the boy off by suddenly getting serious with him. But she just had to tell him what was on her mind, especially after seeing the softness in his touch and actions after their fucking.

"Yes, Barbara, yes," Billy said happily, wrapping Barbara in his arms and pulling her mouth up to his own. "I want to many you, too!"

Barbara crushed her lips down onto Billy's. One of her hands remained on the boy's dick, pumping up and down the slowly stiffening shaft of fuck meat. She sucked the teenager's tongue into her steaming mouth, responding as she felt him drinking up her sweet saliva.

Billy was familiar with the taste of his own cum, but the flavor of Babs' shit drove him wild with lust. It made him think of how tight her anus was when he was buggering the hell out of her just a few moments earlier.

The thought of marrying Barbara danced in Billy's head. She was the best fuck he had ever had, including his hot-used mother. But she was twenty years older. The boy finally decided that if she didn't mind, he certainly wasn't going to lose any sleep over it.

Billy thought about how Janet was going to take the news. Then he decided he didn't give a damn.

"Let's get married!" Billy said, licking the shit from the corners of Barbara's mouth.

CHAPTER NINE

Janet couldn't have been more shocked. She sat very still, listening to her best friend and son talk about their plans to many. As they sat beside each other on the sofa, she noticed that Billy had his hand stuffed between Barbara's legs. The wet slurping sound of his lingers pumping in and out of her cunt made Janet a little jealous.

But seeing the look of joy in their faces brought out the best in Janet. She really couldn't be anything but happy for them. After some more thought on the matter, she decided that having Barbara Foster as a daughter-in-law could be a real blast. Especially when she saw how her son had trained the horny bitch.

Barbara was obediently quiet, letting Billy do most of the talking. She was wearing a special leather dress that Billy had picked out for her. It fit like a second skin, cupping the fullness of her big tits and outlining the rounded perfection of her firm buttocks. The dress emphasized the lushness of Babs' body more than hiding anything.

"It's as simple as that, Mom," Billy concluded, still playing with his lover's sopping cunt. "Barbara and I are in love, and we're gonna get married."

Janet would have objected to their plans if she thought it would keep Billy's prick for her exclusive use. But she knew that was impossible. She could tell by the look on Barbara's face, and by the way she cuddled her cunt hard against the boy's probing hand. They were in love, and Janet knew that she was going to have to live with the problem. And hopefully, get in on some of the fun.

"When do you two want to get married?" Janet asked, her mouth watering at the sight of Barbara's cunt juices overflowing her cunt and running don Billy's fingers.

"Just as soon as we can," Barbara cooed, thrusting her hips forward harder as she felt the first rumbling of her approaching orgasm. "I want him all for myself," she added, reaching over to fondle Billy's prick possessively.

Janet was hurt by Barbara's words. She tried to hide her feelings behind a phony smile. Her son and his bitch would have noticed that she was hurt, if they hadn't been so busy fingering each other.

Janet fought back the tears, sitting there watching Babs undo the front of her son's pants and pull his fat dick out into the open. Her lips trembled as she imagined sucking the thickness of his tool down into her mouth, its bloated head caught in the tightness of her throat.

"Well," Janet managed, "I think that's just wonderful. I don't know what your father is going to say, but I'll do what I can," she told her son, trying to make the best of the situation.

"What the fuck do I care about him and what he thinks?" Billy asked, unbuttoning the front of Barbara's leather dress. "He can just go shove it up his ass, for all I care," he continued, his tramp's tits spilling out the front of the undone garment.

"What's Jack's cock like?" Barbara asked, thinking that it might be something that she could dig.

"Shut up, you fuckin' whore!" Billy laughed, slamming the back of his hand across her face.

Billy's attitude was playful, but his blow sent Barbara sprawling on the sofa. Janet was shocked by the slap her son delivered to his fiancee without the slightest provocation. She could see the way Barbara encouraged his sadistic behavior. She was lying on the sofa, panting like a dog in heat, lust burning in her bitch-eyes.

With her tits hanging out, Janet could see the black-and-blue spats that Billy had inflicted on the beautiful woman. His rough treatment was another thing that she was jealous of Barbara for. She loved it when he beat her while they came together.

Barbara's dress was still hiked up around her waist from the finger-fucking that Billy had given her. She was not wearing panties, and she delighted in showing off her naked cunt, all hot and dripping, to her best friend. She knew that Janet's mouth was watering for a lick of her cunt.

Billy slapped Barbara around a little more, knowing how hot it would make his horny slut. The sound of his bare hand slamming against her bare skin was thrilling.

Janet was wearing a light sweater and a pair of jeans, and she felt rather overdressed. Hooking her fingers around the hem of her top, she yanked it over her head and tossed it into a far corner of the room. Her ripe boobs flopped into view, her throbbing nipples dark and hard.

Billy looked over to see his mother getting undressed, and he was pleased. Having both Barbara and Janet for his sex games was like having his cake and eating it, too.

Barbara noticed Janet getting in on the act too, and it bothered her a little. She really wasn't interested in sharing her stud with anyone. And that included the boy's horny mother. But Babs was smart enough not to say anything. She could see the excitement in Billy's face as Janet stripped, and she wasn't about to deny him his pleasures.

Billy reached up for his mother. She quickly stepped closer, letting him sink his strong fingers into the fullness of her ripe cans. His free hand grasped one of Barbara's boobs and he yanked those two hunks of meat together. Laughter spilled from his lips as he rubbed their throbbing nuts together. He felt the tips of both breasts getting harder and harder.

A chili raced through both Barbara and Janet's bodies as Billy bent forward and began kissing their tits. His mouth went wild, and he was soon using his sharp teeth on their sensitive skins. The sound of his wet, slavering mouth filled the room.

"Go baby, go!" Janet moaned, responding to the brutal treatment of his teeth on her tits. "I can feel that all the way dawn in my sopping cunt."

"I'm glad you like it, tramp," Billy told his mother, trapping her nipple between his teeth and biting down extra hard.

Janet's painful groan made Barbara's pussy cream. The sound made her asshole lust for Billy's thick shaft of cockmeat. It made her mouth hungry to be raped.

Billy bit down on his mother's nipple with a vengeance. He rolled the nipple around on his tongue, savoring the taste of it.

Barbara loved the taste of her best friend's tits, too. As a matter of fact, she enjoyed it almost as much as the cum that spurted from a handsome stud's cock. Her mouth was watering as she watched Billy gobbling Janet's tit.

Barbara couldn't just sit there and watch the fun without joining in. Bending her head down low, she wrapped her lips around the throbbing nub of dark, hard flesh. With a wanton grin curling up the corners of her mouth she sucked away at the woman's boobs like her life depended on it.

At that moment, Janet was happier than she could ever remember being. With both Billy and his mother feeding away at her tits, she felt totally satisfied. Their hungry lips sent chills racing through the woman's body.

Billy enjoyed watching Barbara worshiping Janet's boobs, just as much as he always did. He loved looking into their faces as they thrilled to their perverted, lesbian lovemaking.

Even though he was more than enjoying himself fucking his mother's big boobs, the lusting stud couldn't ignore the fat dick throbbing between his strong legs. Barbara's naked cunt was right there, ready to take care of the burning in his aching, hairless balls.

Pulling his mouth from Janet's breast, he grabbed Babs' legs and spread them apart just as far a he could. Her cunt looked beautiful, all wet and steaming, waiting to be fucked. Billy knew he had just the dick to do the job.

Janet was sorry to lose her son's mouth sucking away at her tits, but she understood what was going through his mind when she saw the sexy pussy-show Barbara was putting on for him. Her son had a horny cock, and she was sure the sight of that dripping snatch was making his cum-filled balls knock together.

Janet decided it was high time that she began acting like a helpful mother-in-law. She pushed Barbara off her boobs, and made the sexy bitch get ready for the sound fucking that Billy was about to deliver.

Still wearing her tight pants, Janet knelt down beside the sofa. She took Billy's cock in her right hand and began stroking Barbara's cunt and throbbing clitoris with her left. Every once in a while, she rubbed the cunt juice up and down the length of the teenager's burning shaft.

"All right, Mom," Billy laughed. "You can take care of both of us!"

"Sounds good to me, sugar," Janet replied, bending over to plant a kiss on the bloated head of Billy's prick, then ran her tongue up the length of Barbara's trembling pussy lips.

Billy snuggled deeper into Barbara's crotch. He moved in until the blunt tip of his tool was kissing her fucked-out cunt. He could feel the sticky warmth of her sex-cream seeping into his tiny pee-slit.

Janet felt very much in command of the situation. Her fingers working up and down the length of Billy's dick pressed the tip of the tool to Barbara's hot and ready clitoris. She saw her best friend responding to the touch of the boy's fuck-machine.

Billy let his mother run the show for a little. He was enjoying her control at the moment, and wanted to make her feel important. He wanted to avoid jealousy and hard feelings between his mother and his future wife. He knew that controlling them both would be easier if they felt as though they were in the same boat. They were both going to be slaves to his wishes, and he wanted to treat them equally.

At that moment, an the other side of town, Betty was helping Jack Taylor into his car. They had just come from a lunch that had begun at one o'clock in the afternoon. In the past nine hours, they had fucked and sucked more times then either could remember.

Betty and Jack were both blind drunk. The sexy young secretary didn't think it was a good idea for her boss to go home alone. She had a vision of him falling asleep in the lobby of his building.

"Listen, sweetheart," Betty said, leaning back against Jack's hand as he felt-up her asscheeks, "my place is really close. We could catch a cab and be there in a minute," she continued, moaning with pleasure as he traced the length of her asscrack against the tight skirt she was wearing.

"I gotta go home, honey," Jack slurred suddenly digging his strong fingers into her right buttock. "There are some things I have to pick up for the meeting in the morning. If it wasn't for that…"

Betty's yielding body always turned Jack on. No matter how many cunts he stuffed, her wiggling twat always looked good. Her submissive attitude and wild figure were the reasons. Janet, his wife, had gotten a little too demanding in the last few years, he thought to himself. And at the age of thirty-nine, he didn't feel her twat could compete with the twenty-year-olds that his dick had become used to.

Ever since opening his own agency, Jack's supply of horny tramps was inexhaustible. And so was his cock! Knocking off a whole roomful of secretaries was a breeze. He made it a point to go to the studio any time a commercial with a pretty model was being shot. He always enjoyed the actress' gratitude for the work.

"You'll never make it by yourself," Betty said sternly, her head wobbling drunkenly from aide to side as she spoke. "I better make sure you don't get yourself lost, and call us a cab," she told him, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling her tits up against his chest.

As drunk as he was, Jack could feel Betty's nipples through the thin shirt he was wearing. The feel made his mouth water for a bite of her fat melons. He liked the idea of her taking him home in a cab. It gave him another chance to shoot a load of boiling cum down her throat. He hoped that she could find a nice big cab, so there'd be plenty of room on the floor between his wide open legs.

"I'm in your hands," he told Betty, pressing his hardening cock against her firm thigh.

There weren't many people on the street at that hour, and Betty had her choice of cabs at the corner. Instinctively, she chose one of the larger ones. She realized how drunk she was when she couldn't get the door open. The driver didn't make a move to help, and Jack was much too loaded to even know what the hell was happening.

"Thank God," Betty said, getting both her and her boss into the cab and closing the door behind them.

She gave Jack's address to the driver and then turned her attentions back to her half-unconscious boss. Betty was shocked to see his prick standing tall and erect through the open fly of his pants. He had pulled his prick out into the open without her realizing it. His swollen cockhead glistened with a drop of cum. Even in the shadowy darkness, she could see how red his blood-filled tool was.

"Well, look how sneaky you are," she giggled, reaching out to play with his erect dick.

Pressing the tip of a finger to his pee-slit, she scooped up that drop of cum and brought it to her lips. With an elaborate lick of her tongue, she enjoyed its salty taste. Wet sucking sounds came from deep in her throat as she sucked her finger nice and clean.

"You're not that easy to please, are you?" Jack asked, taking hold of his cock and shaking it at her, "There's a whole lot more where that came from," he boasted.

"You're very one out, aren't ya!" Betty implied, dropping down to the floor of the cab. "That's just one of the nice things about working for you baby," she told him, bending down and pressing a hot kiss to the very tip of his prick.

"What's another?" he asked, jabbing his dick at her sensuous mouth.

"This, you big-cocked fucker," she snarled, ramming the full thickness of Jack's cock down her throat.

The steaming heat of Betty's mouth made Jack's shaft swell even more. He could feel his hairy balls bouncing against her chin. She was a good cock-sucker, and made sure that her lover's prick was always nice and wet.

The cab driver couldn't keep his eyes out of the rear-view mirror, but because of the partition between him and the back seat he couldn't see much of anything. His snooping didn't bother Jack and Betty in the least. They were too drunk and much too caught up in their own actions to worry about what the old bastard behind the wheel was doing.

Betty's hands reached into Jack's open pants to play with his balls. She was pleased to find that her saliva had dripped down, bathing the delicate spheres. She ran her fingertips over his burning skin, thrilling him with the light touch of her sharp nails.

"That's good, baby," Jack told the woman, reaching down to grasp her head in his hands.

Holding her face tight, Jack began pumping his dick in and out of her mouth. Saliva dripped from the corners of her straining lips as her boss plowed his shaft faster and faster. She was having a hard time breathing, but her sucking mouth never missed a beat.

Jack was so drunk he slid down from a sitting position, but he never let Betty's head slip from between his sweating thighs. Every once in a while he forgot where he was, but he never forgot where his cock was. His obedient secretary was making sure of that.

"Let's go, bitch. Suck me off. Suck me harder, slut!" Jack commanded, thrusting his hips forward with each word.

When the filthy words spilled from his mouth, the cabbie really got interested. He had suspected what was going on, and Jack's vivid descriptions confirmed his thoughts. The driver almost slammed his cab into the back of a bus trying to squirm around and see what was happening.

Betty knew what was happening, even though her eyes were closed. After all, it was her mouth that Jack was raping. She gasped for breath whenever she could, but Jack's powerful hold made it very difficult.

"I'm cumming, whore," Jack bellowed at the top of his lungs. "Suck up every drop of cum, slut. If you lose any of it, bitch. I'll bust your fuckin' ass in. I swear to God I will," he screamed, ramming his cock into Betty's hot mouth just as deep as it could go.

Jack's screaming attracted attention from passing cars and trucks. But the doors of the cab were high enough to block the view of everyone except for a load of people in a city bus that pulled up alongside. Still, Betty and Jack were totally oblivious to the cager stares of the shocked riders.

With her lips sucking his prick, her tongue lashing his cockhead, and her fingers playing with his aching balls, Jack couldn't delay his climax any longer, no matter how hard he tried to prolong the wonderful sensations.

The onrushing flood of semen spurred Betty on to the heights of cock-sucking ability. Though it was difficult, she made good the command not to lose a drop of her boss' precious cum. His hot load splashed down her throat, into the waiting fires of lust burning in her belly.

Betty sucked cock like a madwoman. Even after Jack's cock had gone soft, she was still sucking the shit out of it. She literally sucked him until his balls were dry. A satisfied smile curled up the corners of her mouth as she slipped from between his athletic legs into a puddle on the floor of the cab.

"That was good, bitch," Jack said drunkenly, trying to stuff his prick back in his pants when he realized that the cab was almost at his home.

The suck job she gave her boss had sobered Betty up a little, but she was still too smashed to be able to find her way off the floor. As he zipped up the front of his pants, Jack used Betty like a footstool, and she didn't mind in the least.

"Here it is," Jack said to the driver as they pulled up in front of his apartment house. "Stop here, damn it," he said angrily, pissed that the cabbie had driven pest the lobby of his building.

"What the fuck are you all steamed up about?" the cabbie said. "You just got your dick blown, not me. I'm the one that should be bugged, for Christ sakes!"

Jack completely ignored the fat slob in the front seat of the cab. He dropped a few dollars into the money drawer in the partition. Climbing out, he kicked Betty in her ribs, but didn't even bother to say he was sorry.

"Let's go, slut," Jack told his slave, holding out a hand to help her to her feet.

Up until that moment, Betty assumed that she would just drop her boss off at his place and continue on to her awn apartment further uptown. She never expected him to ask her up to his place. Maybe he thought they had gone to her place, she thought to herself. Either way, she didn't intend to pass by another chance to get her hands on his prick.

When Betty climbed out of the cab, her mini-skirt remained bunched up around her waist. Her black-nylon cunt-soaked panties were dearly on display. When she started to straighten herself out, Jack slapped her hands out of the way. He liked the way she looked, like a fucked-out whore that he had picked up on Forty-second Street.

Betty wasn't crazy about parading around with her sopping pussy hanging out, but she didn't intend to go against her boss' wishes. Jack had shown just how obediently he liked his women to act, and she had no eyes for a beating. Not right there in the middle of the street!

Jack led the way into the building, looking over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure that Betty's cunt was still on view. He knew how embarrassed she must feel, and he thought that was the funniest thing in the world.

The doorman that let Betty and Jack into the building could hardly believe his eyes. She was swinging her hips in slow, inviting circles, knowing just how her boss liked her to act. She smiled wantonly, seeing the lump of hard flesh sticking up uniform his leg. His dick pushed the front of his out like a tent, and Betty found herself wondering just how big the stud's prick really was.

Of course, the doorman said nothing. Standing to the side as they passed, he inhaled the erotic aroma of Betty's perfume mixed with her cunt-juice. As she passed by, she let her hand brush across the front of the doorman's pants. She felt how hard he was against the back of her hand.

As they walked to the elevator, the doorman really got an eyeful. The nylon bikini panties didn't hide her ass any more than it hid her pussy. He could see the deep crack of her ass running the length of those firm mounds. He imagined what a sweet, tight whole was hidden deep in that dark crack. At that moment, he envied Jack Taylor more then any other man in the entire city, if not the world.

Standing in front of the elevator, Jack slipped his hand under the elastic waistband of Betty's panties. He shoved his hand down her asscrack, the tips of his fingers seeking out the puckered ring of her anus. He had little trouble finding the familiar target.

The doorman thought his cock would explode when he saw Jack Taylor shove his hand down that beautiful woman's panties. Even from across the room, he could hear the loud moan the tramp made when her escort pushed a finger up her shitbox.

When the elevator door slid open, the horny, drunk couple quickly climbed in. When she turned around, Betty stared right into the doorman's face. She pushed her cunt out towards him as she licked her lips. It was obvious how turned-on he was, and she enjoyed every moment of it until the door sild closed and brought down the curtain on her whorish performance.

"Where's your wife tonight, baby?" Betty asked, licking his lips lightly with the very tip of her hot tongue.

"I guess she's home," Jack replied, his words still thick from all the booze that he had consumed that afternoon.

Betty still couldn't figure out whether or not Jack knew where he was. He didn't seem quite as drunk as he had a little while before. She was beginning to think that her handsome boss knew just what the hell he was doing.

Billy moved the little engagement party into the bedroom. He had his mother strip off her pants to make it easy to fuck her any way he felt. Barbara's black-leather dress was in a soft puddle in a corner of the room. The only thing his fiancee was wearing was an elaborate harness made of belting leather.

Billy was on his second load of the night. And he couldn't think of a better place to shoot it than his mother's asshole. And Janet couldn't think of a place that she would rather have bathed than her steaming shitbox.

Barbara positioned herself so that her head was between Janet's legs and her mouth flat against her best friend's pussy. She would rather it be her own asshole that Billy was plowing, but she had to admit that she was enjoying Barbara's suck-hole.

Nothing seemed strange to Jack when he unlocked the door and stepped into hit apartment. He wasn't even bothering to think of Italy to tell Janet. He was hot for Betty's cunt, and he wasn't about to pass it by. He made up his mind that if his wife didn't like it, she could just shove it up her ass for all he cared.

Jack assumed that Janet was home when he saw all the lights on. With an arm around Betty's tight waist, he led the way into his living room. He was surprised when he didn't see her sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.

Betty was the first to notice the bits of clothing strewn all over the place. She also noticed the pills and half-smoked joints on the tables beside the sofa. Things were getting more and more interesting by the minute.

"What the fuck's going on here?" Jack asked himself, suddenly hearing noises in the other part of the apartment.

Betty immediately knew what was happening. Her boss' wife was having a little fun while the old man worked late at the office. Betty knew that there would soon be fireworks, and she was wondering how Jack would explain her presence. She knew his stow would be good.

Jack still had his arm around Betty's waist and her skirt was still bunched up over her ass as they headed for the bedroom and the noises that they heard. Jack was getting angry, while the bitch at his side got more and more turned-on by the whole scene that was opening up before her eyes.

Jack pushed in the bedroom door and stood frozen in his tracks. Neither he nor Betty could ever ban expected what they found. There was Jack's son, pistoning his cock in and out of his mother's asshole, while a friend of the family squirmed beneath Janet's thrashing body.

Betty's drunken reaction was simple. She wanted to join the fun just as soon as she could. Of course, she waited for her boss to make the first move. She certainly didn't think that Jack would pass up an orgy like that.

It took Jack a long time to figure out his own feelings. His first reaction was rage, but that quickly subsided. It was difficult blaming his wife for not being faithful while he still had his hand around Betty's lush, freshly-fucked body.

And it was hard for Jack to consider his wife cheating since it was his son's dick shoved up her asshole. He always had dug Barbara Foster's body, and the leather harness that she was wearing was certainly a turn-on.

Billy was staring right into his father's face, and he was smiling. The teenager knew there was nothing his old man could do when he saw the cunt-juice wiling down Betty's inner thighs. In fact, the boy had to admire his father's taste in pussy. Billy was already wondering how long it would be before he slipped his hot dick up into the pretty young slut's twat.

"Look who's here," Billy told his mother, ramming his cock up her ass extra herd.

Janet looked over her shoulder and would have shit in her pants if Billy's dick hadn't been, rammed all the way in. In all the excitement of hearing about her son's coming marriage, she had completely forgotten about watching the clock.

Billy's cock gave his mother courage. Every time he shot his hips forward, there was nothing she could do but shove her ass back to meet his thrust. When she looked up into Jack's eyes, she saw lust and passion burning in them. It was the first time she had seen him turned-on in years.

"Janet," he exclaimed, his voice cracking, "explain this… this thing. Explain it," he insisted.

"What does it look like, bastard?" she replied, grunting as she smashed herself back against her son's thrusting dick. "You haven't been particularly interested in me for the last few years," she told him, enjoying the boy's prick to the fullest. "Billy's just taken your place, that's all," Janet laughed hysterically, bouncing her crotch and ass between her son's dick and her best friend's mouth.

"Don't sound so indignant," Betty told her boos, reaching down to grab his stiffening prick that was growing bigger and stronger as Jack stood watching his wife getting her ass reamed by his son.

"I guess… I guess you're right," Jack finally admitted, a broad smile spreading from car to ear as his secretary unzipped his pants and pulled out his horny prick.

"Sure, dad," Billy began. "Relax, we're keeping it all in the family. Barbara and I are getting married."

Jack was in a state of shock. The idea of his eighteen year old son marrying a woman more than twenty yeas older, a woman who at that moment was sucking the shit out of Janet's twat, was almost more than the boy's father could handle. Luckily, Jack's secretary was there to help smooth things over.

Betty was getting a little tired of just standing by watching. She was the kind of a bitch that liked to get down into things. She couldn't take her eyes off Barbara's naked cunt. The woman was throwing her body around in every direction while sucking on Janet's orgasming twat.

"Come on, dad," Billy continued, "why don't you join in on the action? You don't know what you're missing…" Billy pushed his dick deeper and deeper into his mother's shitbox.

"Share and share alike, huh Billy?" Betty asked, her fingers already undoing the waistband of her skirt.

Betty sensed that her boss' son was in command and she turned her attentions toward him. She wanted to get fucked, and his cock would do the job nicely. She also wanted to taste his whores cunt and run a hot tongue up his mother's ass after he shot his load.

Betty was naked and climbing into the bed with Billy, Janet and Barbara before Jack could say anything. His secretary was hugging Babs' firm thighs as she sucked the woman's cunt. The younger woman's tongue found its way down the crack of her new friend's asshole, and she was sucking away in delight.

Nobody on the bed saw Jack turn away and leave the room. Nobody really cared what the hell he was doing. Billy had dick enough for all the women, and they knew it. Betty found it very natural to join the boy's financee and another in taking care of his needs. And the teenager loved the idea of another slave to carry out his horny commands.

When Jack returned, the old sadistic glint was back in his eyes and a white-leather bullwhip hung from his powerful fingers. The big-cocked stud wasn't about to let anyone take cunt away from him, especially his own son!

Billy couldn't believe what was happening as he watched the whip sail through the air. It lashed into his chest, leaving a burnt strip across his hairless skin. Before he had a chance to recover from the first blow, Jack let the lash fly again, tearing across his smooth back.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Billy screamed, holding up his hand to block the third blow.

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid little piece of shit," his father answered, striking him again and again.

Billy fell back off his mother's bucking asshole and the blows began failing on Janet's perspiring body. The whip rang out as it bit into her firm flesh. The tip of the bullwhip stung her tits and stomach, bringing tears of joy to her eyes.

Brandishing the whip like a pirate, while tearing his pants off, Jack jumped onto the bed. By that time, he was whipping all three women equally while his son sulked in a corner of the room, watching all the fun his father was having.

Jack's actions turned all those sluts on. Janet climbed between his legs and began worshiping his throbbing dick. Betty crawled around to the dominant stud's asshole and began running her tongue up and down the length of his hairy, deep crack.

"When a real man turns up, you fold, huh kid?" Jack teased his son. "Come here and take your punishment like everyone else. If you're good, I'll let you try this whip out later."

Billy knew a good deal when he hard it. Living with his father wouldn't be so bad, as long as he got free use of his mother's body, the boy thought to himself as he crawled under the lash of his dad's whip. As a matter of fact, he was sure that he could get his father to introduce him to some of those trampy bitches that he kept all for himself at the office.

Jack was proud when his son came and took his punishment like a man. In the coming years, he knew that he and Billy would be growing closer. That was something to look forward to, considering what a chip off the old block the teenager was.

But Janet was happiest of all. As her husband's dick exploded in her mouth, Janet knew that her boring, lifeless days were a thing of the past. With both Jack and Billy and Barbara, she knew she would fuck her way to a nice old age!

Content

Robert Kelly
Billy_s horny mother

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE