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Billy's Hot Mom


Chapter 1


Donna waggled her ass, moving her hands up and down her body.

Billy sat watching, his cock throbbing inside his pants, his eyes big
and round, glittering with excitement. The very long, very slender legs
of his mother moved snake-like as she turned and danced slowly. Her ass
bunched and relaxed.

Donna wasn't really a dancer, but she loved to dance this way at home,
privately, with only her son watching. She had a natural sense of
rhythm that was sensuous and arousing, her movements more like fucking
rather than dancing. The sway of her hips, the twist of her shoulders,
the way she thrust her firm, shapely tits, invited the eye and,
perhaps, a hand.

As she moved about the floor, she watched her son. Her eyes, too, were
glittering, hot with excitement. Her tits looked ready to pop from her
blouse, the creamy valley between showing. A light shrug, and a nipple
just might escape, which was what Billy hoped for.

Donna's blouse was open almost to her waist, and it was obvious she was
naked under it. Her tits, though firm and tight-looking, jiggled
slightly in movement. Her hips, encased in a pair of white, very tight
shorts, writhed and made grinding motions. The crotch was very tight,
pulled into the slit of her cunt, molding the pussy lips, bulging
slightly. When she twirled her ass in his direction, Billy watched
those compact asscheeks, seeing the lower half, the white flesh
contrasting deliciously with the tan of her thighs. Donna's ass was
quite shapely, too, with the asscheeks swelling in mouth-watering
sweetness.

This wasn't the first time she had danced before her son with such
erotic, teasing movements. She had danced for him many, many times. She
loved watching his cock become hard inside his pants, knowing he wanted
to stick it to her, to fuck her. Turning her young son on, knowing he
was ready to shove his hard cock up her cunt, excited Donna
tremendously. She loved to turn people on with her body, yet she was by
no means a prick-teaser.

With eyes gazing steadily and significantly upon her son's bulging
cock, Donna faced Billy, her hips revolving slowly. She licked at her
full lips, running her hands up and down her hips. Her nipples stood
out with rubbery hardness, pointing against the thin blouse. She curled
her fingers around her tits for a moment. A slight squeeze of her
fingers made her nipples become more pronounced. Billy gasped softly as
he stared at them. He sat on the couch making no effort to conceal his
obvious hard-on. He was slumped forward slightly, his knees open, hands
resting on the cushions at his hips.

Squeezing her tits was something else Donna had done before with her
son watching. What she did next, however, was different. With her eyes
glowing, lips parted as she panted softly, Donna for the first time
caressed her hands down along her lower stomach. She slowly moved her
fingers about the bulge of her cunt, her hips revolving in slow motion.
The gasp from her son encouraged Donna.

"You really love to watch me, don't you, honey?" she asked in a low,
whispery voice.

Billy nodded, swallowing as his eyes followed his mother's hands.

Donna slowly slipped one hand between her thighs, then rubbed along her
cunt. Her hips moved as she rubbed at her cunt two or three more times.
She couldn't rub much more because she might come. Dancing for her son
this way not only made his young cock stand up, but sent a fire through
her cunt. Tracing a fingertip along the outlined slit of her cunt, she
stared hungrily at the visible throb of her son's cock. Despite his
pants, she could see the roundness of the prickhead, the length of the
cockshaft. The wet heat of her cunt increased, and, when she moved a
fingertip along the edge of the tight crotch, she could feel wetness on
her thigh.

"Oh, God!" she purred, widening her stance and thrusting her hips
forward. "Oh, my God!"

Billy's eyes watched her finger move along the edge of her crotch. This
made Billy want to grab his mother, grab her by her cunt. His right
hand trembled as it slipped onto his lap and started for his cock.
Despite the many times his mother had danced for him, she had never
touched herself this way, not on her pussy.

Donna gasped again, finding her cunt very, very sensitive. The
sensations rumbling through her slender body were greater than ever
before. She was sure she would come if she placed just a bit of
pressure upon her knotted clitoris. She watched her son's hand come
close to his bulging cock, then stop. She knew what he felt. She knew
because she felt the same thing--desire, desperate desire, desire that
was demanding satisfaction.

"Grab it, baby!" she hissed, the words coming out before she could
choke them back. "Grab it now!"

Billy wasn't sure what his mother wanted him to grab. She was still
running her fingertips along the edge of her crotch. Her eyes were
burning on the bulge of his cock. He licked his lips hungrily, his hand
shaking on his lap, the tips of his fingers almost touching the shaft
of his prick.

Donna swung her hips in a slow, tight circle, trying to work a finger
into the crotch of her shorts. Billy, seeing this, slipped his hand
over his throbbing cock.

"That's it, baby!" Donna moaned softly. "Grab it tight!"

His fingers pressed and squeezed.

Donna's body trembled, and, with a soft cry, she jerked her hands from
her crotch and to her tits. She cupped them both, squeezing as her eyes
smoldered, watching his hand pressing at his cock. With a sudden
motion, she yanked her blouse open, her tits spilling out nakedly.

Billy grunted, making a choking sound.

Donna's tits were spaced wide, rounded and firm, with dark-pink nipples
straining out in teasing stiffness. The blouse hung half off her
shoulders, and Donna shrugged, setting up a delicious motion in her
tits.

Billy squeezed his cock hard.

"Oh, Billy, Billy!" Donna whimpered. She swayed close to him, her knees
touching his. She stared down at his hand holding his cock. "Squeeze
it, baby! Squeeze it!"

Donna leaned over, her hands braced on the back of the couch, her head
dipped to watch his hand. Then, deliberately, she shoved her tits into
her son's face.

"Ohhhh, baby!" she moaned.

Billy felt the heat of his mother's tits closing about his face, felt
the creamy texture of the flesh. His cock seemed to swell more than
ever before, the head of his prick ready to burst. Donna shifted her
shoulders and watched as one nipple brushed across her son's chin. She
held her breath as she pushed the nipple to his lips.

"Suck it!" she hissed throatily.

Billy reacted immediately. He drew his mother's nipple between his
lips, and sucked wildly, eagerly, his tongue lapping in wet swirls.
"Ohhhh, God, baby!" Donna sobbed softly, her tit swelling inside his
mouth. "Suck it hard, Billy! Oooooh,, suck it very hard!"

Billy pulled as much of his mother's tit into his mouth as he could,
hungry for it. The wet pull on her tit sent a wild ripple of delight
down her body, causing her cunt to suck inward tightly. Billy squeezed
his cock very hard, hoping he wouldn't shoot off inside his pants, but
unable to relax his grip.

Donna slipped her tit from his mouth, and rubbed both tits back and
forth in his face. Billy shoved his tongue out, tasting first one
nipple, then the other. Donna squealed in soft sounds, her eyes
smoldering and slightly unfocused with fiery passion.

She had not intended on doing this with her son, but something had
happened as she danced. Her hands had moved and touched herself of
their own accord, without directions from her. Now, she had her tits in
his face, and she didn't want to pull away. The grunts of her son told
her he was having problems, and she didn't want him coming off in his
pants, either. But neither did she want him to run away and beat off,
the way he usually did after she danced for him. She knew Billy jerked
off because she had listened outside the door of the bathroom.

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

"Oh, baby!" she hissed, dropping to her knees before him. With her eyes
staring at his bulging cock, she placed her palms on his thighs, and
slowly caressed upward. She gasped, held her breath, then gasped again.
"You're really hard this time, aren't you?"

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

Panting hotly, Donna shoved her son's hand off his cock. For a long
moment she stared at the way his prick bulged up. Then, with a soft
cry, she began fumbling at his pants, her fingers feverish and shaking.
Billy shivered as he saw what his mother was doing, but there was no
way he could pull back, try to stop her. Like her, he was frozen with
desire.

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

"Ohhhhh, Billy!" she gurgled softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mother!" Billy grunted.

Hot, thick come juice spewed from his cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Billy groaned, squeezing his mother's hips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck me!" Donna screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me! Ohhh, Billy, fuck mother!
My pussy is on fire, Billy! Mother's pussy is burning up! Oooohhh, God,
fuck it ... fuck it! I'm going to come, Billy! Oooooh, make me come!
Make mother's cunt come!"

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

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

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

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

Billy couldn't stop.

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

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

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

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

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



Chapter 2


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

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

When she had lifted her cunt off him, she had seen the wetness on his
fly and jockey shorts. There was no doubt in her mind that Billy had
never been fucked before. She was, though, surprised that his cock had
remained so hard after coming so much. Donna had fucked a few men, but
no one had ever kept a hard-on after coming off the way her son had.
And he came so much, really squirted it out. She had read or heard
someplace that a man came only enough to fill a tablespoon. Whether
that was true or not, it wasn't the case with her son. She was sure he
could have filled three or four tablespoons, and it was thick and hot.
Even her ex-husband, Billy's father, had not come that much, nor had he
kept a hard-on.

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

Donna was an erotic woman, with delicious fantasies she had never been
able to realize. She had exposed her inner self only twice before, once
to her boyfriend in high school, and then to her husband. She had hoped
they would indulge her fantasies, but what happened was they called her
weird and strange and filthy. She didn't think she was strange or
weird. She had read a great deal. She felt frustrated most of the time.
She dreamed of finding herself a partner with the same hungers she
suffered with, and thought that if she would make herself available at
singles bars and so on, she might find a man. But that was only a
might, a very big might. Donna didn't want to take such a chance on
developing a relationship with another man, only to be kicked on her
ass when she revealed her desires.

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

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

Donna was tired of the whole bundle of shit.

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

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

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

Her hips were round and shapely, and her legs, as men had said, went on
forever. They were slim and shapely, and she loved to feel them wrapped
about a man's hips. The hair of her cunt was shaped like a fan, thick
in the middle, thinning out toward her hip bones. Her cunt was
sculptured, the lips puffy but not large. The tip of her clitoris
protruded slightly from the folds of her pussy, just enough to touch
her panties and remind her it was there.

She ran her hand through the soft hair of her cunt, smiling at her
reflection. Billy had certainly enjoyed her cunt, she thought. It was a
shame she didn't have a man to enjoy her pussy as well, a man who would
accept her as she was without thinking she was strange.

Parting her thighs, she pulled at the lips of her pussy, enjoying the
stretching feeling. Her clitoris bulged outward, and she smiled down at
it. Brushing a fingertip over her clitoris, she felt an immediate
response, and a shiver moved up and down her spine. She placed two
fingers along her clitoris, and smashed it. A sigh of pleasure came
from her. It had only been perhaps an hour since she had fucked her
son, and already she wanted more cock. But that was no surprise to
Donna; she thrived on hard cock, wanted prick all the time, inside her,
outside her, and doing those wild things men had called her weird for.

Pulling on a fresh pair of shorts, white like the others, she wondered
if her son was still in the living room. She squeezed herself into the
tight shorts, adjusting them. Now that she had fucked him, she
deliberately made certain her pussy slit was outlined, and even caused
a few dark cunt hairs to swirl from the crotch. The white shorts were
thin, and the darker shadow of her cunt hair could be seen through
them.

She considered a blouse or sweater, and grinning impishly at herself,
realized it no longer mattered.

Moving from her room, feeling delicious to have her tits free, she
peeked into her son's room, and it was empty. She peeked into the hall
bath, and it, too, was empty.

Billy was still sitting on the couch in the living room. He had stuffed
his cock back into his pants, and he sat there slumped, legs stretched,
looking half asleep. He looked up at his mother as she entered, and
Donna paused near the door. He gazed at his mother's naked tits, then
looked into her eyes.

"Well, baby, are you ashamed?" she asked.

Billy shook his head, then a grin spread over his young face, his eyes
lighting up.

Donna leaned against the door jamb crossing one knee, placing her hand
on her hip. "I guess I said some pretty wild things, didn't I?" Donna
asked. "I couldn't help it, Billy. Sometimes it gets that way."

"It's okay, Mother," he replied, and she detected a quiver in his
voice.

"What I said ... those words," she asked in a soft voice, "did they ...
excite you?"

"Yeah, Mother!" he said, enthusiastic, his eyes burning on her
beautiful tits.

She lowered her eyes to the front of his pants, seeing they were still
wet from her cunt. The bulging of his cock and balls made her tremble
with hunger again. She ran her tongue over her lips, and started toward
him. Billy caught sight of her crotch, and she heard him suck in a
sharp hiss of air.

Standing near him, Donna leaned down slightly, and cupped her son's
crotch, squeezing his cock and balls gently. "Mmmmm, nice, honey," she
whispered softly. "Very, very nice."

Billy parted his legs, arching his hips up.

"Ahhhh, you like this, huh?" She grinned at him, squeezing his cock and
balls again.

Billy started to lift his hand to her tits, and stopped.

"Touch them if you want, baby," she urged throatily. To show her son
she meant it, she rubbed up and down the crotch of his pants, feeling
his cock starting to swell "You can play with mother's titties, Billy.
You can play with them, feel them, pull them, squeeze them, suck them!"

Billy closed his hands about his mother's tits, feeling the firmness.
He teased her nipples, stroking them almost as if they were fragile.

"Twist my nipples," Donna hissed. "Twist them and pull them. You won't
hurt them, baby."

As he twisted and pulled at her nipples, Donna mewled softly, pressing
down on his cock. When his prick was up and hard, she rubbed her palm
along his cock.

"Let's take it out again, okay, darling?"

"Oh, yes, Mother!" he replied, cupping her tits tightly.

For the second time Donna opened her son's pants, and fished his cock
out of his shorts. She lifted his prick free, and swallowed with
delight to see the swollen cockhead again.

"Want me to talk dirty to you again?" she asked. She was almost afraid
to ask her son, afraid he would be like all those others. But she had
to ask.

"Yeah, Mother!" he said with enthusiasm.

Donna closed her fist about his cock, sitting down beside him. Billy
turned on the couch, bringing his knees up and facing his mother. Donna
held his cock, stroking and cooing softly while he toyed with her tits.

"You have a beautiful cock, Billy," she said, slightly nervous. "It's
so hard and long and ... oh, that sweet head! Did you enjoy feeling
your cock inside my cunt? Was it good to feel mother's hot, wet pussy
holding your lovely prick so deep?"

"Yeah!"

"Tell me about it," she urged, pumping at his prick.

"It felt good, Mother."

"Use the words, Billy," she said thickly. "I want to hear you say those
words."

"I liked my cock in your cunt, Mother," he said without hesitation.

"Would you like to fuck me again? Would you love to stick this
beautiful hard cock in mother's hot cunt and fuck it again?"

"I sure would, Mother!"

"Oooh, so would I!"

She squeezed his cock hard, bringing a moan from her son. Holding his
cock, she looked into his excited face. "Would you like to put your
cock between mother's tits?"

"Could I, Mother?"

"I'd love for you to do it," she said, sliding from the couch and
standing on her knees. "Stand up in front of me."

Billy stood, his cock waving from his pants.

"It would feel better if we took your pants down, honey," she said
softly.

She opened his belt. She pulled his pants down to his knees, and
started to pull at his shorts, then stopped.

"We'll leave these on for a while," she whispered, pulling his cock to
her tits.

She dipped her chin and watched as she rubbed the slit of his piss hole
about her nipples, going from one to the other. She smeared her nipples
with the juices seeping from his cock. She pulled the crotch of his
shorts to one side, exposing his balls. They were young balls,
hairless, but full and lovely. She saw a bit of wiry hair at the base
of his cock, and felt excited by his youth.

"Now, let's take your shorts down," she said softly, pulling them to
his knees.

Billy shoved his hips forward and pressed his balls upon her tits. His
cock throbbed near her throat. With a mewl, Donna ran her hands past
her son's hips, closing her fingers about the youthful cheeks of his
ass, pulling him tight. She looked up at his hot face, her eyes
glowing.

"Oh, it feels wonderful, Billy. Your balls feel so good on my tits."

By his own accord, Billy twisted his hips, rubbing his balls on her
titties, his cock pressing at her neck, dripping.

"Put your cock between mother's titties," she said.

Billy placed his cock between them, and Donna pressed her tits around
it. "Ooooh, I can feel your cock throbbing, honey!" she purred hotly.
"You feel so good between my tits."

She lowered her chin, and felt the head of his cock brush that hot
wetness on it. Tucking her chin lower, she kissed the head of her son's
cock, holding her tits tightly.

"Would you like to come off in my face again, Billy?"

"I thought that made you mad, Mother," he said. "I couldn't help it."

"I didn't mind." She grinned at him, rubbing her tits up and down his
cock. "I wanted it to happen, honey. I wanted you to come off ... in my
face."

She closed her tits tightly about her son's cock, kissing the head
again.

Then, looking back up at his excited face, she said: "Fuck my tits.
I've wanted to feel a hard cock fucking my tits for a long time, baby."

"Okay, Mother," he agreed, grinning down at her.

Donna let her breath out. "Would you fuck my titties and come in my
face again?"

"If you want me to, Mother."

"Ohhhh, honey!" she sobbed, throwing her arms about his hips and
clasping his naked ass, hugging him tightly. "Please! Please fuck
mother's titties and squirt right in my face!"

Billy began fucking up and down.

Donna squeezed her titties about his cock, feeling it sliding in the
valley. Her nipples almost touched. She purred hotly as she watched the
swollen head slide upward from her nipples, poking at her chin. She
pursed her lips and began kissing the head of his cock as he fucked up
and down. When she darted her tongue out, flicking over his dripping
piss hole, Billy groaned.

"You like that?" she asked softly, heat in her voice.

"Yes, Mother!"

She flicked her tongue across his cock again, and Billy strained
upward.

"Mmmm, you taste very good, honey," she whispered, swirling her tongue
round and round the smooth head of his cock. "Fuck my titties, baby!
Fuck my titties fast and come in my face! Ohhhh, baby, I love to feel
you come off in my face!"

Billy began fucking swiftly, shoving his throbbing cock up and down.
Donna squeezed her tits as tight as she could about his cock, purring
softly, and she kissed the head of his prick each time it brushed her
lips.

"So hard and hot, Billy! Your cock is so very hard and hot between
mother's titties! Ooooh, rub your balls on me! I love to feel balls
rubbing against my skin! Your balls feel very hot and full again, baby!
Are you going to come a lot, the way you did before?"

"I dunno, Mother," Billy gasped.

"Do you like to feel mother's titties holding your cock? Do you like to
fuck mother between these nice tits?"

"Yes! Oh, yes, Mother!"

"Come in my face!" she hissed, licking her tongue about the head of his
cock. "Come in mother's face, baby! Ooohhh, Billy, squirt that thick
come juice in mother's fucking face!"

"In my fucking face!" she insisted.

"Yes, Mother! I'll come in your fucking face!"

"Ohhhh, now!"

Billy fucked faster while his mother held her tits as tight as she
could about his throbbing hard-on. She kissed and licked at the swollen
prickhead every time his cock came up. She felt his prick growing
larger, becoming harder and longer.

Just as he was ready to squirt, Donna pulled away, setting her ass on
her heels. She grabbed his tight young ass with both hands, turning her
head upward.

"Jack off!" she squealed. "Jack your cock off into my fucking face!
Hurry, Billy! Ohhhh, hurry! Come in mother's fucking face!"

Already overcome with passion, Billy gripped his cock and pounded
frantically. Donna gazed at his piss hole with slitted eyes, and saw
the bubbling come juice spurt. As spunk splashed into her face for the
second time, she moaned. Her cunt exploded inside her tight shorts,
contracting with a powerful orgasm. She sobbed with pleasure as her son
came into her face time and again. Her forehead, her nose, her cheeks
were drenched in his come juice, and then she closed her eyes because
his jizz spattered them. She parted her lips and was just moving her
tongue forward when her son sent a scalding spurt onto her bottom lip.
With a wail, Donna began licking, tasting the sweet hot come juice of
her son's young balls. Her orgasm increased with power as she tasted
his come juice, and her tongue flicked across the head of his piss slit
quickly, but Billy was finished. She swirled her tongue about the head
of his cock, tasting, her face thoroughly coated with the thick juices.

"Was that okay, Mother?" Billy asked, turning loose of his cock.

"That was perfect, baby," she purred. She slitted her eyes and saw his
prick starting to droop. "Oooooh, it's sweet!"

Billy gasped when he saw his mother open her lips and dart her face
forward. He gasped again when he felt her wet, hot mouth close around
the head of his cock.

"Mother!" Billy gasped. "That's cocksucking!"

Donna swallowed his cock, tasting with her tongue, sucking for a
moment, her lips being tickled by the scant amount of wiry hair at the
base.

Then she slipped her mouth off his cock.

"I know it's cocksucking." She grinned at him. "I love to suck cock.
Among other things. Do you mind if I suck on your cock, baby?"

"I love it, Mother!"



Chapter 3


Donna hugged her son about his hips tightly, her palms clutching at his
naked ass. The feel of his cock and balls pressing against her was
delicious. With his pants and shorts at his knees, still wearing his T-
shirt, Billy looked more desirable than if he had been totally naked.

"Say something dirty to me," Donna whispered, looking up at him. "I
love it when someone talks dirty to me, baby."

"How dirty, Mother?" Billy asked, grinning wickedly.

"As dirty as you want," she replied, hugging him tighter. "Say all
kinds of things to me, like fuck and cock and cunt and ass and ... oh,
everything!"

Billy squirmed as she held his lower body against her cheek. He ran his
fingers through her soft hair, then pressed her face hard at his cock
and balls. Donna loved the heat of his cock along her cheek, his balls
on her shoulder and neck. She ran her hands up and down the cheeks of
his ass, waiting for her son to talk dirty to her.

Billy started off shy, nervous to speak that way in front of his
mother. "Do you like cock, Mother?" he asked softly. "Do you love a
hard cock?"

"Oh, yes!" she purred.

"Do you love to feel a hard cock inside your cunt?"

"Yes, yes!"

Billy was encouraged now, and his voice became stronger. "Does my cock
fuck way up in your pussy, Mother? Does my hard cock make your wet cunt
feel good?"

"More, baby! Please, talk to me!"

"I sure like to put my cock in your hot cunt, Mother. I like to stick
my hard prick up your pussy and fuck it. I love to suck on your titties
and feel your ass. I like to have my cock in your mouth and feel you
sucking on it."

"Ohhhh, Billy!" Donna mewled, stroking the cheeks of his ass, trailing
her fingers up and down the crack.

Billy was warmed up, and the words tumbled from his mouth. "I wanna put
my cock in your hot cunt and fuck you and stick it between your titties
so you can kiss the end! I wanna feel your ass and play with your wet
cunt and touch your asshole, Mother. I wanna stick my fingers in your
cunt and up your ass! I'd love to fuck your ass and then watch you lick
the shit off my cock. I'd love to watch you take my cock in your mouth
and suck it, Mother! I'd love to see your tongue licking my balls and
my legs and my cock!"

Donna looked upward with glassy eyes. "You want to watch me?" she asked
in a small voice.

Billy nodded.

"Oh, shit, baby!" Donna murmured. "That's wonderful! I have a mirror in
my bedroom. I want you to watch me suck your cock and lick your balls
and kiss your ass! I want to feel lewd and dirty and delicious!" She
dragged a fingertip along the crack of his ass. "You have a hot little
ass, you know that, baby? Your ass feels hot."

She wormed her finger into the crack of her son's ass. Billy moaned
with unexpected pleasure. Donna's eyes sparkled hotly up at him as she
rubbed about his puckered asshole, feeling his cock growing along her
cheek. Dipping her fingers between his thighs from behind, she tickled
his precious balls for a moment, then drew her finger back to his
asshole. She rubbed, pressuring slightly, watching his face for
reaction. What she saw was a young face screwing up with pleasure.

"Do you like it when I touch your asshole?" she whispered, rubbing at
the ass ring.

"It feels strange, Mother, but ... yes, I like it!"

His cock was growing against her cheek, and while she probed at his
tight asshole with her finger, she twisted her head, sliding her parted
lips along the shaft of her son's cock. Billy stared down at her, his
eyes glazed. Donna felt the searing heat of his cock along her lips,
and she pushed the tip of her tongue forward, licking.

"Billy, tell me to suck your cock," she purred softly. "Tell mother to
suck you!"

"Suck me, Mother!" he responded immediately. "Suck my cock! Take my
cock in your mouth and suck it!"

"Mmmmm, you want a nice, hot, wet blow job, baby?"

"Yes, Mother! Give me a blow job!"

"I thought you wanted to watch me suck your cock?" she teased.

"I can watch right here, Mother," he said urgently. "I can see your
face right here."

But Donna drew back, sliding her tongue up his cock and flicking about
his piss hole for a quick instant. Standing up, she smashed her tits
together between her arms, both her hands at the crotch of her tight
shorts. Billy gazed at his mother, looking deliciously sweet with his
pants at his knees. His cock was standing out, stiff and throbbing.

"You want to fuck my face, do you?" she whispered softly.

"Yes, Mother!" Billy groaned, grabbing his throbbing cock with a tight
fist. "I wanna fuck your face! I wanna fuck your mouth!"

"But, Billy, I have a nice hot cunt," she teased. "Why don't you want
to fuck mother's cunt?"

"I already have fucked your cunt, Mother!" he choked. "I wanna fuck
your mouth now!"

"You want to do everything to me, don't you?" Donna asked. "You want to
fuck my mouth and my cunt. I bet you'd want to fuck me in the ass, too,
right?"

Billy nodded his head, his cock so swollen he would fuck anything at
that moment. "I said I would, Mother."

Donna twisted her hips suggestively, rubbing her fingers at the tight
crotch of her shorts, her tits arching out with rigid nipples. She felt
slight wetness seeping through her shorts.

"Baby, put your face close to mother's cunt," she whispered.

Eagerly, Billy went to his knees. Sliding his hands to his mother's
smooth thighs, he pushed his faced close to her crotch.

"Can you feel how hot mother's cunt is?" she asked hoarsely. "Can you
feel the heat coming from mother's cunt, Billy?"

He nodded his head, his face a few inches from her crotch. Donna parted
her legs and shoved her crotch toward him. Billy didn't draw away, and
when his mother shoved her shorts into his face, he moaned softly and
grasped the cheeks of her tightly clad ass.

"Can you feel the heat better now?" she mewled. "Can you feel me
getting wet in my cunt?"

Bobby moaned with his mouth pressing at his mother's tight shorts, his
hands gripping the cheeks of her ass. He could feel the heat, feel the
wetness seeping through the cloth. He could feel the insides of his
mother's exciting thighs against his face, and his cock jerked up
powerfully, almost slapping against his stomach.

"Kiss my cunt!" Donna cried softly. "Kiss mother's cunt right through
those fucking shorts!"

Billy opened his mouth and tried to suck his mother's shorts in, but
they were too tight. He sucked, running his tongue along the seam. The
taste he got wasn't much, but was enough to excite him. He squeezed at
his mother's ass, pulling her cunt tightly into his face. Donna held
the back of her son's head, gazing down with glazed eyes, hissing
softly as she rubbed her inner thighs about his face. Billy's cheeks
were smooth, not rough and scratchy like a man's face. A man's face,
even if most had just shaved, scratched her thighs terribly sometimes.
Billy's smooth face was almost like a girl's, and felt so much better.

"You can't get a good taste of mother's cunt, can you?" she whispered.
"Would you like for me to take my shorts off? If I took my shorts off,
let you see my cunt, would you lick it, baby?"

Billy, his head turned upward, his open mouth pressing at the seam of
her shorts, looked with sparkling eyes into his mother's face, nodding
his head and moaning. Donna purred softly and pulled his face as
tightly as she could into her crotch.

"Ohhhh, you really will lick mother's cunt, darling?" she gurgled. "I
just love to have my cunt licked! I love to feel a tongue licking at my
wet pussy, stabbing into it, sucking at my clitoris! Would you be
mother's sweet, darling cunt-sucker, baby?"

Billy's eyes fogged over as he nodded his head, his hands clinging to
his mother's bunching ass tightly.

"Ooooh, baby!" she cried with excitement. "You be mother's cunt-sucker
and I'll be your cocksucker, okay?"

Bobby groaned and Donna pulled her crotch from his face. Billy sat on
his heels, gazing between her thighs. He saw dark hairs swirling from
the crotch, and his cock jerked up and down as he grabbed his once-
more-loaded balls with a small hand.

Donna stepped back, her feet widened on the floor, both her hands
framing her crotch. "Want to see something exciting, darling?" she
asked in a thick voice. "Want to see mother do something exciting?"

Billy nodded quickly.

"If I let you see me, will you promise to lick my pussy?"

Again he nodded, vigorously, eager and anxious to do anything his
mother wanted. His cock was throbbing and his balls were hot and full
again.

"Promise?" she asked again.

"I promise, Mother," Billy groaned, squeezing his balls. "I'll lick
your cunt! I'll lick your hot cunt no matter what, Mother!"

"Mmmmmm, so sweet," she purred. "Now, you just keep looking right at my
pussy, baby."

Donna spread her feet farther on the floor, bending her knees a bit and
shoving her crotch forward. She rested the fingers of her hands on each
side of the tight crotch of her shorts. Her upper arms crushed her full
tits together. Billy stared into his mother's crotch, his eyes bright
and his cock stiff, clutching his balls. Donna gazed at his cock, and
licked her lips.

Wetness grew at the crotch of her white shorts, spreading up from the
seam and halfway to the waist. Then Billy saw piss dripping along her
inner thighs. He glanced up at his mother. Donna's eyes glowed with
intense passion.

"Watch me piss, baby," she hissed softly. "I'm pissing in my shorts for
you, Billy. Ohhhh, watch mother piss in these fucking shorts!"

Billy watched, feeling strangely excited. He saw the golden-colored
piss coming from the edges of the shorts, running down the insides of
his mother's thighs, saw the spreading wetness until the fabric was
almost clear as glass. He could clearly see the dark shape of her pussy
hair.

Donna gurgled, feeling her shorts become soaked with her hot piss.
Pissing in her shorts, with her son watching, thrilled her. It was
something she had fantasized about for years. Not specifically with her
son, but with anyone. She had tried pissing in her panties a few times
in private, and, although it felt wonderful, it was nothing like being
watched. She pissed hard, feeling pee spray from the tight crotch of
her shorts against her inner thighs, felt piss running hotly along her
legs. Her shorts grew wet in back, too, and it felt very good. Her
clitoris was twitching, pressed at the seam of her shorts. Her nipples
rose up tightly, tingling. She felt hot piss on her fingers as she
framed her crotch. The hot feel of piss sent shivers up and down her
flesh.

"Do you like to see this?" she asked, her voice very low.

"Oh, Mother!" Billy groaned, staring at her crotch. "Yes! Your shorts
are so wet, I can see through them, Your legs are getting wet, too!"

"Do you like watching me piss in my shorts?"

"Yeah!"

"Does it make your precious balls tingle to see piss running down my
legs?"

"Oh, yes, Mother!"

"Mmmmm, you really love to see mother piss?"

Billy could only nod his head now. His throat was constricted. He was
so excited to see his mother piss this way, he wondered if his cock
would go off. His other hand gripped his prick tightly, squeezing as he
held his balls in his other hand. He was gasping as he stared between
her thighs. The piss continued to soak through his mother's shorts. Her
thighs were glistening with pee all the way to her feet.

"Oooh, I have to stop!" Donna complained. "I don't want to stop,
either! I want to keep pissing in my shorts! I want you to watch me
piss and piss and piss!"

But she was finished, and stood with shaking legs wide apart, hot piss
dripping from her shorts and down her legs. She ran her palm along the
seam of her piss-wet shorts, rubbing at her cunt. Her hips trembled and
jerked. She pressed her hand tight into her cunt, moaning, pressing and
rubbing.

"Ooooh, I'm going to come!" she shouted.

Donna shuddered as an orgasm rumbled through her pussy. She could feel
the convulsions of her cunt through her shorts, feel the tight
pulsations of the puffy pussy lips and the throb of her smashed
clitoris. She whimpered and gurgled as she came, her lips twitching.

"There," she gasped. "I came, Billy. God, did I come!"

She shoved a hand behind her back, and unzipped the piss-wet shorts.
She gazed at her son as she peeled them off her hips, wiggling because
they were so tight and soaked in piss. Billy stared at his mother's
cunt, amazed and awed by the hair, by the wet, pink cunt slit. Donna
stood holding her shorts, then parting her legs so her son could look
at her pussy. She turned the shorts inside out. She showed them to her
son.

"See how wet they are?" she whispered, shoving them toward her son's
face.

Billy pulled back, his eyes wide.

Donna giggled. "What's the matter, honey? Don't you want mother to wash
your face?"

Billy made a face, shaking his head.

"Then I'll wash my face," she said, and brought her piss-wet shorts up
and ran the inside crotch about her cheeks and chin. "Mmmmm, nice. It
feels very nice to wash my face in piss. You should try it, Billy. I
bet you'd love it."

Donna brought the piss-wet crotch of her shorts close to her mouth, her
tongue darting out, licking at the seam. Her eyes became hazy with
lust, her tongue licking about the piss-soaked crotch of her shorts.

"Oooh, I can taste cunt, too," she said softly. "I can taste my cunt
and piss on my shorts. Ohhhh, baby, you have to try it!"

She offered her shorts to him again, but Billy still refused.

"You're no fun, baby," she pouted, pulling the shorts back to her face.
"You promised, too."

"I promised to lick your cunt, Mother," he said. "I didn't promise to
taste piss."

Donna spread her legs wide, thrusting her cunt forward. "Then lick my
pussy, Billy."

Without thinking, Billy shoved his face to his mother's cunt. His
tongue was swiping along the wet pussy slit before he realized it.
Then, as he tasted his mother's piss on her cunt, he started to pull
back.

"Oh, no!" Donna moaned. "A promise is a promise! Eat my pussy, baby!
You promised to suck mother's cunt!"

Billy didn't try to resist. He pushed his mouth into her pussy, tasting
the fuck juices and piss together. To his surprise, he found them
delicious. He wiggled his tongue along the hairy slit of his mother's
cunt, dragging his tongue to her clitoris. Donna squealed and began to
grind her pussy into his face, holding the back of his head.

"Ohhhh, stick it to me!" she groaned. "Fuck my cunt, baby! Oooooh, fuck
me with your tongue! Lick my wet cunt, my hot pussy! Suck me! Ohhhh,
suck mother's wet cunt, you sweet, fucking little cunt-licker!"

Billy's tongue darted in and out of the tight lips of his mother's
cunt, tongue-fucking her and sucking the fuck juices out. He swallowed
the pussy juices, fucking his tongue back and forth faster and faster.
The taste of her piss added to his enjoyment, and the piss-wet feel of
her hot inner thighs on his head increased the throbbing of his cock.
He ran his hands up the back of her wet thighs to her ass. Clenching
the cheeks of his mother's naked ass in both hands, Billy slurped
happily, driving his tongue deeply, then swirling about her swollen
clitoris. He sucked at his mother's clitoris hard, bringing squeals of
pleasure from her. Donna spread her thighs and shoved her hot, hairy
cunt into her son's face, bending him back. The only things keeping him
from sprawling onto his back were her hands holding the back of his
head, his hands on her naked, shaking ass.

"Eat mother's pussy!" she squealed. "Ohhhh, Billy, suck mother's cunt!
Suck the hot juice right out of mother's pissy-wet pussy, Lick the piss
off my cunt! Lick me and fuck me and eat me! Ooooh, you'll make me come
so fucking hard! What a tongue you have, baby! I love it, love it, love
it! Ram your sweet tongue up mother's cunt ... fuck ... suck I'm
getting so fucking close!"

Her body trembled uncontrollably, her cunt smashing into her son's
sucking mouth powerfully, battering his lips and tongue. Billy held
tightly to his mother's grinding, thrashing ass, squeezing hard at the
creamy asscheeks. He panted and gasped, his nose buried into the piss-
wet hair that covered her boiling cunt. His tongue was up her pussy
part of the time, swishing hungrily about her inflamed clitoris the
other part. Donna could hear the wet sucking sounds her son made, which
greatly enhanced the erotic sensations she felt. Her cunt was expanding
and gripping with ripples of her swiftly approaching orgasm.

"Ohhhhh, Billy!" she screamed.

Her cunt exploded against her son's face. Billy fucked his tongue into
his mother's cunt, feeling the gripping contractions. He felt her
clitoris make tight spasms against his upper lip, and he sucked in air
quickly. The scent of his mother's piss was making his mind spin with
lust.

He hung on for dear life, and sucked.



Chapter 4


They had a late dinner.

Donna could hardly believe they had been at it so long, that her son
was still eager and willing.

She wore a man's shirt, white, which failed to conceal the lovely
cheeks of her ass or the curls of her cunt. The three top buttons were
left open, and her tits peeked provocatively at her son everytime she
leaned over. She knew how she looked, and she could see the interest in
her son's eyes.

Wearing something that revealed while it teased had value, Donna knew.
Eliciting expectations was more exciting than showing total nakedness,
sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. Billy was in his shorts, a white
pair of jockey shorts that cupped his cock and balls sweetly. She loved
to see the bulge they made, the way his ass was framed in them.

After she had cleaned and straightened the kitchen, they went back to
the living room, where she turned on a light. Then, with her back to
him, she bent far over to select something for the stereo. Billy,
sitting on the couch, watched his mother's ass become exposed as the
white shirt lifted. He could see the dark hair of her cunt as she
leaned over. Donna peeked at him over her shoulder.

"Do you like the view, baby?"

"It's beautiful, Mother," he replied.

She shook her ass, making her cunt pooch between her thighs. Donna kept
her ass waggling lewdly as she fitted a tape into the deck, and then
soft music came on. She stood and faced her son, writhing her ass
sensuously. This was what had started them today, she remembered, her
lewd dancing for him. But that had been going on for some time, and it
had just boiled over today. She lifted the shirt, flashing her cunt at
him, twirled about and raised the shirt in back, shaking her beautiful
ass. She danced about the room, flashing her tits, her cunt, her ass,
for her son's enjoyment.

"Now, this is a flashdance," she laughed. "Not like that movie. That
girl didn't flash anything. I'm flashing everything I have."

"Go, Mother!" he encouraged. "Shake your ass ... shake your tits!"

"You just watch me shake them!"

Donna went into a vigorous, body-twisting dance designed for one thing
only--to make her son's cock hard. Swinging her hips, her knees driving
up and down, Donna jerked at her shirt, ripping buttons until her tits
were showing, jumping up and down vigorously as she danced. Her nipples
jutted out hard, and she swung her legs apart so show her son her cunt.
Twisting about, she shook and churned her ass, flapping the shirt up
and down. She bunched the cheeks of her ass together, relaxed them,
then humped her hips back and forth.

Then she leaned over, her hands on the floor. The cheeks of her ass
parted. Billy was staring at his mother's hairy cunt and ass, watching
the hair-lined lips of her cunt suck inward, the ring of her tan
asshole puckering. Donna peered with hot, excited eyes between her legs
at her son.

"See anything you'd like to stick your cock in?"

Billy lowered his eyes to his mother's upside-down face, seeing her
moist lips.

"Your mouth, Mother," he said.

Donna twisted her ass. "What about anything else?"

Billy gazed her cunt, seeing her pussy glisten wetly with juices, the
hair making her cunt very, very tempting.

"Your cunt?" he asked, not understanding what his mother was getting
at.

"Anything else?"

"Your ass!" he groaned finally. "Your asshole, Mother!"

"Oooh, you're nice, baby," she mewled. "You want to fuck mother's mouth
and fuck her cunt and now you want to fuck me in the ass. You're very
nice, baby."

Billy stood up, his cock pressing against his shorts.

"Take them off," she hissed. "Take those fucking shorts off and let
mother see that hard cock!"

Billy quickly stripped his shorts off, dropping them on the couch. His
cock stood up, pointing at the ceiling. His balls were full and
swollen. Donna mewled softly, holding herself up with one hand and
rubbing the other between her thighs. Billy watched her rub at her
cunt, then his eyes burned as she fingered her own asshole.

Very slowly, Donna pressed her middle finger into her ass. Billy's cock
jerked upward, a glistening drop of liquid forming on his piss hole.
Donna shoved her finger completely into her asshole until her knuckles
were against her ass ring. Then she pushed and pulled the finger in and
out, finger-fucking herself in the ass.

"Your cock would feel so much better," she said. "Your cock would make
mother's asshole feel so good! Want to fuck mother up this tight
asshole, baby?"

Billy walked to his mother's uplifted ass, his cock leading the way,
his eyes gazing at her finger which was fucking in and out of her ass.
When he was close to her, he rubbed the dripping head of his cock along
the back of one thigh, then up and down her juicy cunt. Donna squealed
softly as she pulled her finger out of her asshole. She gripped his
balls tightly.

"Ram it in my ass, Billy!" she cried. "Ram your hard cock up mother's
ass! Please, fuck my ass!"

Billy angled his cock to his mother's asshole. He held her hips with
strong fingers, watching the head of his prick pressing upon the tight
heat of that ring. Donna clung to his balls, holding he breath, almost
standing on her head for him. She shoved her head down farther until
she could watch his balls and see her own cunt.

"Push!" she hissed.

But it was she who pushed.

Donna pressed her uplifted ass back, feeling the pressure of his cock
poking at the ring of her asshole. She sobbed softly as she felt his
swollen prickhead starting to penetrate. She felt her asshole
stretching, felt a slight burning sensation. Billy, staring at the way
his mother's asshole sank inward, gripped her hips tightly and fucked
forward.

"Ohhhh, yes!" Donna cried as her son's cock fucked into her asshole.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes!"

The tightness gripped Billy's cock. He couldn't believe how tight her
ass was. He fucked forward, watching his mother's asshole stretching
and taking his cock. With her hand gripping his balls, his cock going
into the boiling depths of her asshole, Billy fought to hold back a
threatening discharge. As much as he loved the feel of his mother's
cunt on his cock, this was something totally different--wonderful, hot
and tight.

Donna's eyes were slitted as she gasped, feeling her