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Billy's Hot Mom

Chapter One:

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 scraping 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 3uice 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."

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                   HaRkOnIn
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