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

Billy's Hot Mom by Anonymous PIXNIX Author

... 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 asl**p. 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 ...