Bob Kelly

Orgy with mom

CHAPTER ONE

Joyce Lankin sat in the living room of her home sipping a tall Scotch and soda and staring at the clock on the wall. It was her fifth stiff drink of the afternoon and she was well on her way to being totally smashed. And the itch in her hot cunt wasn't helping matters. Her eyes blurred out of focus as they tried to follow the sweep hand on the expensive clock.

Even though the sun burned brightly outside, the plushly furnished room was semi-dark. Joyce had drawn heavy drapes across the windows. A single lamp burned in the large room, casting shadows over her half-naked body.

Joyce was waiting… waiting for her son!

That morning, she had decided to put an end to the torment that raged within her. Joyce had decided to face the facts. Billy, her eighteen-year-old son, turned her on. And there was nothing she could do about it.

For months she had tried to put him out of her mind. She tried not to think of the firmness of his thighs, or the way his prick bulged against the front of his skin-tight jeans. But he was always there, always near her.

Joyce had watched her son grow from a child to a man. She had seen the muscles in his arms and back harden into strong hands. She longed to let her fingers outline them against his bare skin, feel the heat of his body against her own.

And Joyce had watched her son grow emotionally too. When her husband of eighteen years ran off with the twenty-year-old secretary he was fucking at the office, Billy seemed to understand. He was only fourteen at the time, but Joyce knew that her son understood.

And from that moment on, he was no longer a little boy. He was given more responsibility around the house, Joyce had gotten a nice alimony settlement from her ex-husband, and she allowed Billy a free hand with the money.

He never failed her. Bills were paid on time and he was handling everything perfectly. Billy was in charge of the household and had quite comfortably taken her ex-husband's place.

And for the two years since he had left, Joyce had never once brought any guys home to fuck. Of course she played around with a few one-night stands, but she had fucked on the side even before the divorce.

Joyce had plenty of chances to grab off a handsome stud. At the age of thirty-eight she had a spectacular body. Her thrusting tits were huge and firm, her nipples like warm cherries. Her tight waist flowed into wide, rounded hips. Her ass wiggled invitingly when she walked and her legs were long and graceful. Joyce Lankin always turned heads when she walked into a room.

But bringing a man into her home would only be an insult to her son. It would challenge his authority as head of the house and she didn't want to do that. She was proud of her son who had suddenly grown into a man.

Joyce gave Billy the freedoms that went with his added responsibilities. He was coming home later and later each night, and she could tell that some nights he had been with a girl. And on those nights, she was jealous. She wanted to be the woman climbing between Billy's legs. She wanted to be the one sucking his sweet-tasting cock!

That morning, Joyce decided that it was time for Billy to take his rightful place up her cunt. She had worked out an entire plan of action and was determined to stick to it. It was Friday, and she and Billy would have the whole weekend together, undisturbed.

More than once, Joyce had caught Billy peeking at her while she was getting dressed. When she sensed that he was watching, she would put on a little show for him, hoping that he was pulling on his prick while she showed herself off. Joyce never let him know that he had been caught. She didn't want to embarrass her handsome son.

Joyce chose her sexiest underthings to wear for Billy when he got home from school. He was usually home by four. They would have dinner together, talk for a while and then he would go out. The one time she had asked him where he was going, he had been evasive and Joyce decided against pressing it.

Joyce was wearing black fishnet stockings, held taut against her long legs by a black lace garterbelt. She wore a pair of black nylon panties over the garterbelt. She knew how much her husband liked fucking her with her stockings on and she thought that Billy might take after the old son-of-a-bitch.

A tiny black bra hardly contained the thrusting fullness of Joyce's fat tits. Black high heels and a liberal amount of sexy perfume finished off her outfit. She was sure that the sight of her sexy body would turn his cock rock-hard.

By one o'clock that afternoon, Joyce had managed to pull herself out of bed and polish off a double Scotch. She relaxed in the tub for another hour with a fresh drink. Still wet from her tub, she straightened out the curtains and set the lighting for the living room. The air-conditioning chilled her skin, making her heart beat faster.

By three o'clock, Joyce was ready for her son. Sitting on the sofa, she waited. Her legs crossed, she toyed with one of her shoes. Letting it hang from the tips of her toes, she rocked it back and forth. When she heard Billy's key in the door, the shoe fell to the floor.

When Joyce bent forward to find her shoe, she knew she was smashed. She lost her balance and almost fell over before slipping her foot back into the slipper. It was quite a struggle, but she was finally able to straighten herself upright in the low-slung sofa.

As Billy opened the door, Joyce watched the sunlight illuminating the room. But the boy didn't see his mother in the light. His eyes were adjusting to the indoors.

Billy let the door slam behind him as he dropped his books onto a table beside the door. It took a few moments for Billy to realize that the room was almost dark. Then he inhaled the strong scent of her perfume. When he looked over to the sofa, his gaze met the wide, inviting grin of his drunk mother.

"Hi, honey!" Joyce called out, taking a last gulp from her glass. "Hot outside, baby?" she asked.

Billy couldn't believe the sight before him. His mother was sprawled out across the couch, half-naked. She was the image of his nightly dreams about her. As he stood trying to answer her dumb question, he felt his cock getting as hard as a rock.

"Yeah, Mom. Yeah," Billy said, inching slowly toward her. "It must be close to a hundred out there."

"It's nice and cool in here," Joyce said, holding her glass out to him and rattling the ice cubes in it. "Come sit down," she said, patting the sofa beside her.

"Maybe I could get you another drink, Mom?" Billy innocently asked as he stepped forward to take his mother's drained glass. "What are you drinking?"

It was Joyce's turn to be shocked, and it gave her a good laugh. She had been right thinking that he was fucking around. Her son knew just how to get a horny cunt into the sack. She could see that he inherited more than just good looks from his hard-fucking old man.

"Make it Scotch, sweetheart," she answered, handing over her glass. "And you might as well fix yourself a drink. I've noticed the vodka's been tasting a little watery lately."

Billy was caught off base for a moment. He thought that he had been getting away with the occasional shots that he sneaked when his mother wasn't looking. He was afraid that she was angry, until he was calmed down by her warm, enticing smile. It was more than obvious that she didn't give a shit about his secret drinking. As a matter of fact, she seemed a little proud of his adult behavior.

Swaggering boldly, Billy took the glass from Joyce's hand and headed for the well-stocked bar at one end of the huge room. The sight of her half-naked body and the sweet smell of her erotic perfume sent chills racing up the boy's spine. He could feel his prick stiffening between his legs.

Joyce relaxed, draping her arms across the back of the sofa. Her eyes remained fixed on the hardness of her son's ass. She watched him carefully as he crossed the room, imagining herself lost between his strong legs. She was sure that his cock would be just as wonderful as she imagined.

Billy handled himself like an old pro at the bar, holding up the bottle of Black Label Scotch for his mother's drink and looking at how little was left.

"I guess you've already had a few," Billy laughed, pouring his mother another triple.

Billy knew damn well that his old lady was pretty well smashed. He had seen her loaded before, but never as drunk as she was at that moment. And he was really shocked at the way she was dressed. He was having one hell of a time keeping from staring at her lush figure. Resting her arms high on the back of the sofa thrust her tits forward, straining the material of the skimpy garment.

As drunk as she was, Joyce could tell the effect she was having on her son. She could see the flames of passion and lust burning in his eyes. Even in the darkness she could see the hardening of his teenage cock, outlined against the front of the skin-tight jeans he was wearing.

Billy fixed himself some vodka and orange juice on the rocks and placed the drink on a small tray along with Joyce's Scotch. His hands trembled with the excitement of the situation as he strode back to his mother. He made no effort to hide the interest he had in her fat tits. His eyes danced from one thrusting melon to the other, and he thought about wrapping his hungry lips around the hardness of Joyce's nipples.

Joyce was proud of her strong, handsome son. The heat of his gaze on her body made her cunt throb with pleasure. She could almost feel the strength of his big prick between her legs. She would have to be sure to have him fuck her asshole, she told herself as she stared at the big lump that his cock made against the front of his jeans.

"I was just getting dressed," Joyce said, leaning forward to take her drink from the tray Billy was holding. "I guess I should finish," she continued, letting a coy smile curl up the corners of her mouth, "but I'm just so tired. I spent the whole day cleaning around the house."

"It's so warm," Billy replied, "I'm surprised you're going to get dressed in the first place. Were you thinking of going out tonight?" he suddenly asked, a trace of concern clouding his question.

"No, I wasn't thinking about going out," Joyce answered, pleased at seeing the hold she had on the boy. "I actually thought we could spend a nice night together."

Joyce caressed each spoken word with her soft, sensual lips. Billy sat down beside her, and she could hear the deepness of his breathing. She could almost hear the pounding of his heart as he responded to the heat of his mother's body. She pressed herself against him as the heavy scent of her perfume filled his nostrils.

"Of course I should really ask you what you're doing tonight," she pouted. "After all, you're the one that's been doing most of the going out lately."

"I had nothing planned," he quickly stammered, not wanting to get Joyce angry with him.

"Good," Joyce cooed softly, letting her voice go as warm and as sweet as melted chocolate.

Joyce's arm slipped down from the back of the sofa and curled sexily around the boy's neck. She rubbed the tips of her fingers into the hardness of his chest, thrilling to the feel of his athletic frame.

"I think you're right about not bothering to get dressed, if that's all right with you," Joyce said, cuddling tighter against her son. "You don't think I'm being immodest, do you?"

Joyce jumped to her feet as she spoke. Considering how drunk she was, she really shouldn't have been trying to move so fast. As a matter of fact, the sudden move made her dizzy. Joyce was eager to show off her body to the son she loved so much. She was eager to see the excitement in his eyes as he looked at her fat tits, sexy ass and hungry cunt.

Billy was just as entranced with his mother's body as she had hoped he would be. The way he was staring at her tits made them thrust out even more proudly. Her nipples throbbed against the material of her bra. One shake of her shoulders would be enough to cause her boobs to spill over the top of the tiny garment.

"I feel like I should be wearing some more clothes," Joyce teased, standing with her legs spread wide and her fists on the swells of her hips.

Billy was afraid his swollen cock was going to tear the front of his pants open. For as far back as he could remember, his mother had been the main object of his horny dreams. Suddenly she was standing before him, dressed as in his wildest fantasies.

Joyce saw Billy's eyes fly to the damp spot between her legs. Her cunt was overflowing, turning the crotch of her panties into a sopping mess. She could feel a thin, warm trickle of sex juices rolling down her inner thighs. Joyce knew that her son could smell the strong scent of her hungry pussy and she hoped the aroma would make his cock hard and hot.

"Please don't change, Mom," Billy finally said, forcing his words through dry lips. "You look just great, I really mean it. There's no reason to change into anything else."

Joyce liked the eagerness in her son's voice. She liked his sincere tone. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, she took a deep swallow from her glass, immediately feeling the booze's soft glow spreading through her chest. Even though the air-conditioning kept the room nice and cool, beads of perspiration were forming on Joyce's brow.

"When you think about it," Joyce began, looking at her horny reflection in a large mirror hanging on the far wall of the room, "plenty of chic go out in the street with little more than this covering themselves."

Joyce was exaggerating. If any woman dared to go out in public dressed as she was at that moment, she would surely be either arrested or raped before she took more than ten steps down the street. Probably both!

"I guess young women of today are more up front about what they're looking for. When I was young, nobody acted like they act now. But that was a long time ago. Back in the stone age," Joyce laughed, polishing off the last of her drink.

"Don't say things like that, Mom," Billy said, coming to the defense of her beauty and sex appeal. "I ain't seen a girl prettier than you."

"Why thank you, darling," Joyce replied, honey dripping from each word. "That's a very nice thing to say to your mother, Billy. I could almost believe you, you sound so sweet."

"It's true, Mom. I'm not trying to put you on or anything. I've seen a lot of good-looking bitches, but none as good-looking as you."

Billy shocked himself when he realized what he had said. Surely he had gone too far, he thought. His mother was sure to get angry being called a bitch and all. Billy prayed that she was too drunk to hear what he had said.

But Joyce Lankin heard everything her son said. It seemed that her son was a lot more experienced than she had thought. It sounded like he knew a good piece of cunt when he laid eyes on one.

When Billy searched his mother's face for some reaction to what he had said, he found a horny grin spread across her twisted features. He could see her tits heaving and straining against the tiny black bra that she was wearing. The material dug into her firm flesh, making her boobs look even bigger and more inviting.

"You've been keeping your eyes open, haven't you, Billy baby?" Joyce said drunkenly, dropping her empty glass to the floor. "How do these stack up against the stuff on the street?" she asked, reaching up and cupping both tits in her hands.

The words caught in Billy's throat as he watched the tips of her fingers toying with the hard nipples outlined against the front of her bra. For the very first time in his life, Billy was getting a chance to stare openly at his mother's thrilling body. His mind hardly noticed the actions of his hands as he unzipped the front of his jeans and pulled out his hard cock.

"What do you think, baby?" Joyce asked again, her eyes focused between her son's legs as she caught sight of his fully erect cock.

Joyce's eyes went wide when she realized that his cock was even bigger than his old man's. Luckily her cunt was sopping wet to take the full thickness of his proud tool. She laughed out loud as she thought about wrapping her hungry lips around that shaft of prick meat, or feeling its swollen head exploding deep within her throat.

"You have beautiful breasts, Mom," Billy said, the fingers of his right hand tightening around his cock.

"Breasts!" Joyce roared with laughter. "First you call me a bitch, then you get all formal and call my fat tits breasts," she said, digging her fingers deeper into the ripe melons of her boobs.

The sound of dirty words coming from his mother's lips was a real turn-on. He finished his drink and placed the empty glass on a table beside the sofa. Then both hands were free to work away on his cock.

"I guess it's not fair to have you judge my tits without really being able to see them," Joyce said, ignoring the last compliment he had paid her marvelous body. "Would you like me to take my bra off, darling? All you have to do is ask, Billy. You can have anything you want, baby," she continued. "All you have to do is take what you want."

"Strip for me, Mom. Let me look at your tits and your ass and your curd!" Billy said excitedly, increasing the pace of his hard-working hands on his cock.

Responding to her son's eagerness, Joyce got a sudden inspiration. Turning slowly, careful not to fall off her high heels, she turned toward an elaborate stereo system, built into the bookcase at the far end of the room. She searched through the records until she found one that she knew Billy dug. Boosting the volume and bass controls, the room was filled with the wild throbbing of the country's latest rock group.

"So you'd like to see me strip, would you?" Joyce said, stepping back in front of the sofa. "Well sit back and enjoy it, darling," she told him, slowly beginning to roll her hips and ass in time with the music.

Billy's eyes began at his mother's thighs and slowly traveled up the length of her fantastic body. His eyes lingered on the firmness of her thighs and delved into the damp spot between her legs. By the time Billy turned his attention to Joyce's thrusting tits, she had already undone the clasp on the back of her bra. With both hands, she held the tiny garment to her tits. She was more than enjoying the firmness of her own touch on her firm boobs, but she was looking forward to the eagerness of Billy's hungry hands.

"Here, baby," Joyce announced, tossing the bra into a corner of the large room, "have yourself a nice long look!"

Billy didn't need another invitation to dig his old lady's wild boobs. The moment she took the bra off, her melons started bouncing and heaving with each breath. His mouth watered for a taste of those big tits.

Joyce couldn't take her eyes off the sight of Billy's prickhead poking its way through his fingers as he pumped himself off. She was hoping that her son would have enough self-control to refrain from shooting off into thin air. It would be such a waste of sweet cum, Joyce thought to herself.

Joyce danced like a bitch in heat, thrashing her arms and legs in all directions at once. Without her bra, her fat tits bounced happily. Her nipples were as hard as rocks and she could just imagine the feel of her son's soft mouth sucking away at the sensitive tips of her boobs.

"Now tell me what you think of these tits, baby," Joyce growled, holding her breasts out as she walked toward the sofa.

Billy couldn't speak. But the moment his mother was close enough, he charged off the couch, wrapped his arms around Joyce's back and sunk his teeth into the firm, hot flesh of her thrusting tits.

"Go, honey, go!" Joyce urged, massaging her fingers into the back of her son's neck. "That's it, baby. Suck Mommie's tits. Suck them nice and hard!"

The sound of Billy's mouth on Joyce's tits filled the room. He could feel the shocks of excitement shooting through her body as his hands moved lower on her back. Her muscles tensed as she felt the boy's fingers on the waistband of her panties. As he sucked away at the thrusting flesh of her tits, Billy's hands were busy rolling down his mother's panties.

Billy's fingers trembled as they brushed over the deep crack of Joyce's ass. He couldn't resist exploring the hidden recess, and he traced the full length of the crevice before coming to rest on the tight ring of her asshole.

Joyce held her breath as she felt her son's fingers playing with her asshole. Her surprise and admiration for his sexual skills continued to mount by the minute. She cursed herself for all the time wasted getting up the nerve to taste his sweet body.

Joyce stepped from her rolled-up panties when she felt Billy guiding the garment off. She felt his hands working up and down the expanse of her legs and thighs while his mouth remained glued to the throbbing nipple of her right tit.

Gently pressing down on Billy's shoulders, Joyce got her son to lower his lips to the more urgent quivering of her sopping curd. Aware of just what his mother wanted, the boy offered no resistance to her wishes.

Joyce could see that Billy was as delighted as his father would have been to have a clean shot at her pussy while she was still wearing her stockings. On his hands and knees before her, Joyce spread her legs even further apart. Without looking, she knew that a fresh stream of cunt juice was sliding down her inner thighs. She responded to the hungry lapping of her son's tongue as he cleaned up those juices.