Billy's Hot Mom by Anonymous PIXNIX Author - Sex Stories

Billy's Hot Mom by Anonymous PIXNIX Author

... 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 ...