Janet would have been jealous of her husband's secretary had she known Jack's prick was fucking the whore's asshole. But she didn't know. She had no idea that Betty was sprawled out across her husband's desk, her round, firm ass waving in the air.
As a matter of fact, the only thing on Janet's mind was the unexpected chance to have some horny, fun that evening. It also seemed like a perfect time to introduce her son's fat cock to Barbara Foster's sopping pussy. She promised her best friend to turn Billy over for a little fun. In view of Babs' wonderful cunt-sucking, it was the very least that the grateful woman could do.
Janet couldn't wait to call Barbara. As soon as her husband got off the line, she was dialing her best friend's number. Three rings went by before the call was answered.
"Nice to hear that sweet, sexy voice of yours, baby," Babs told her friend, after their quick hellos. "What's up?"
"I just thought you might want to drop by later," Janet answered, "since Jack's got some piece of ass to stuff tonight and won't be around. To get in the way, I mean," she added, laughing huskily, her lips brushing against the mouthpiece.
"Hmmm," Barbara moaned contentedly, sounds like fun. "Where's that hot-cocked stud son of yaws going to be?"
"What a silly question," Janet laughed lewdly. "He's gonna be right there, between your legs, baby. Sucking the shit out of your drooling cunt, you little bitch!"
"What time do you want me there, tramp?" Barbara asked eagerly, unable to hide the lust building in her voice.
"Cum for dinner," Janet said, laughing at her pun. "I'll fix the three of us a nice meal. Drop by at about six, sugar."
Janet was glad that she had finished all her housework earlier that day. It gave her a chance to concentrate on the wild evening that lay ahead. She had to choose an outfit that would really make her son's dick stand on end, while at the same time puckering Barbara's thick-lipped twat.
It was already two-thirty. Billy would be home in another thirty minutes. Janet used that time to pull a juicy roast beef out of the freezer. She knew that was her son's favorite. With some mashed potatoes and another vegetable or two dinner would be a snap. It would also be substantial enough to give them the strength to fuck their brains out.
Barbara Foster couldn't stop thinking about Billy's fat cock since Janet had called. She was turned on by the thought of his blunt-tipped tool slamming its way deep into her quivering belly or puckered asshole.
Now all those perverted dreams that had been filling her mind were going to come true. She was grateful for Janet's generosity, and was sure that she would have ample, chance to return the favor.
Barbara knew that she had plenty of time to get ready, but decided to pick out her clothes right away. She was still naked from an afternoon shower, and enjoyed prancing happily from one room to the next. Her fat tits bounced with each step.
Standing in front of her open clothes closet, Barbara's eyes roamed over her vast selection of sexy outfits. Picking out the wildest wasn't going to be that easy a task. She pulled a few hangers out, looked them over and pushed them back. Babs was looking for that special garment. The one that would best show off her full, thrusting boobs, tight waist and firm ass. She wasn't intending to cover up her long, shapely legs either.
Barbara looked and looked, but still couldn't figure out what to wear. Of course, high heels were a must, and she got bet tallest, sexiest pair of black pumps. She knew that they would show off the firmness of her long legs. She also thought how nice it would be to wrap them around Billy's strong neck and drive them into his back as he sucked the juices out of her cunt.
The image of her naked body hanging around the teenager's athletic frame helped Barbara decide how to dress for her very special dinner engagement. The young bitch was going to wear dark stockings, high heels and a great big smile. Nothing else!
Barbara was going to wear her fur coat, even though it was a little too warm for the heavy garment. She wanted the unveiling of her lush body to be something really exciting. And she knew how good the fur would feel against her smooth, warm skin. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea of being naked under the fur. She even thought about getting Billy and his mother to fuck the shit out of her on that soft, fluffy coat. She was sure it would tickle her cunt and asshole.
Barbara decided to relax in a nice hot bath, soaking her luscious body in scented oils and perfumes. A thick cloud of steam rose from the tub, fogging the windows and mirrors in the plush bathroom.
Barbara was very careful getting into her bath, careful not to burn her round, firm ass. The hot water felt marvelous against the swollen lips of her pussy. The tub was so hot, she had to hold her breath and not move for a long time, letting herself get used to the steaming temperature.
But once she got used to the heat, Barbara was relaxed and soothed into a dreamy trance. Her eyes drifted closed as the scented water swirled around her, flaring her nostrils with sweet smells.
Barbara rested against the back of the tub, letting her legs drift apart. She reached down between her thighs letting her fingertips touch her quivering cunt lips ever so gently. She felt a wonderful tingle of excitement shooting through her body as her experienced touch sought out the throbbing nub of her erect clitoris.
Grabbing the soap from the dish on the edge of the tub, Babs foamed up her hands and brought them back down into her waiting crotch. With a lewd grin, she started to work away at her clit in earnest.
Barbara was gentle with herself at first, then increased her efforts. Before long, her fingers were pumping wildly. She dug her palm against her throbbing clit at the same time, doubling her pleasures.
With her eyes closed, Barbara thought about Billy Taylor's hard, young body. From his mother's description, she was sure she was going to have one hell of a time taking the full force of his tool up her ass and cunt. She knew that her jaws would ache before the night was over.
Barbara rolled over onto one side, leaving the way clear for her finger to explore, the hidden recess of her ass crack. She caught her breath at the first touch of her sharp nail playing with the tight ring of her anus. Her finger slipped into the steaming canal easily. The way had been plowed through by more than just a few cocks and dildos.
Barbara was glad that she had plenty of time to spend with her body. She wanted to finger-fuck herself into a delightful orgasm.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" Barbara screamed, her words echoing off the misted tile walls.
Barbara thrashed first one way and then the other, kicking the shower curtain out from inside the tub and wetting the bathroom floor. Her right hand was pumping in and out of her hard-muscled cunt while her left hand tore away at the tight ring of her stretched-out anus.
When Barbara climaxed, a loud moan spilled over her lips and filled the small room. She could actually feel her pussy and shit box gripping her fingers, sucking the hell out of them as if they were cum-filled cocks ready to tear her body apart.
Barbara just lay back quietly as she enjoyed the last echoes of her wonderful climax. The feel of hot water on her orgasming cunt was really out of this world. Finger-fucking herself underwater was a thrilling sensation that Babs savored, like a hungry mouth lapping away at her most sensitive, exciting places.
Billy came home from school ready to plow his mother's cunt with his rock-hard dick. He had spent the entire day thinking about Janet's fat, succulent tits, hard ass and juicy cunt. Even Miss Brewster, his favorite teacher, couldn't take the boy's mind off the obscene images of his mother that danced in his teenage mind.
Janet was still fixing dinner when her son got home. He found her in the kitchen, bending in front of the refrigerator. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and nothing else. Her nipples were nice and hard from the kiss of cold air caressing her naked, thrusting boobs.
Moving very quietly, Billy came up behind his mother. One hand reached around and covered her eyes, the other grabbed her fat tits. He thrust his hips forwards, grinding his swollen cock against the fullness of Janet's ass.
"Guess who?" Billy teased, digging his fingers into the full thrusts of her naked breasts.
"Hello, darling," Janet said, turning towards her son and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Give your mother a nice kiss, you big-pricked bastard."
There was nothing that Billy would rather do than feel Janet's big tits crushing into his chest. He loved the erotic scent of her creamy skin and soft, perfumed hair.
As they kissed, Billy's hands reached around to the firm swells of his mother's ass. He felt her up through the tight material of her jeans, letting his fingers run up and down the length of her asscrack.
Janet pressed her long tongue into the steaming moisture of her son's hungry mouth. She thrilled to the feel of Billy's sharp teeth digging into the sensitive flesh as she licked the inner walls of his mouth.
Billy could feel his mother's crotch pushing up against the hard lump of flesh between his legs. He could almost feel the quivering of her hungry pussy through the thickness of their clothes. His mother's nipples burned through the summer-weight shirt that the horny teenager was wearing.
"Welcome home, darling," Janet said, pulling herself out of Billy's strong grasp.
"Nice to be home, Mom," Billy replied, reaching out to fondle one of his old lady's fat tits.
"I'm planning a little dinner for us tonight. I hope you don't mind that I invited my friend Barbara. Your father won't be borne until late tonight," Janet told her son, leaning her tits harder against the teenager's skilled hands.
"You mean that bitch with the big, fat boobs, round ass and long legs?" Billy asked, his cock getting harder thinking about his mother's girlfriend.
"Wait till I tell Barbara that you've been grabbing peeks at her wild body. She'll be thrilled," Janet gushed.
"When is that tramp swinging her sexy ass over here?" Billy asked, dropping one hand down into her crotch and grabbing her trembling twat.
"Not until six, baby," Janet answered, grabbing a quick feel of her son's hard cock. "But I'm gonna need a little time to get things together. I thought you'd like some roast beef tonight, baby," she added.
"There are things I'd rather eat than roast beef," Billy snickered, giving Janet's cunt and tits a final squeeze before letting her wiggle out of reach.
"I know what you'd rather eat," Janet teased, pushing her cunt out towards her son as she stood before him, stripped to the waist. "I really do have to get things going, though. Why don't you relax in the living room and watch a little television?" she asked.
Janet wanted to knock her son down onto the floor, tear open his pants and yank his cock out so she could get her hungry mouth around the thick shaft. But Janet didn't want to wear her son down before Barbara had a chance to try him out. She thought that she owed it to her friend to let her have a taste of her son at full strength.
Billy had to admit that he was a little tired from school, and didn't mind being put off for a while. He too was looking forward to dinner, and the chance to ram his dick into Janet's great-looking friend. That was something to hold his load for, he thought to himself, heading to the living room.
Janet rushed to finish her preparations for dinner. As she cut fresh vegetables for the salad, she could smell the strong, pungent aroma of pot drifting in from the living room. She was glad that her son was enjoying himself. She decided to get a smoke before getting dressed for the evening's fun and games.
With everything taken care of Janet put the prepared roast into the refrigerator. It was still a little early to put the dish in the oven. Rinsing her hands quickly, she headed out to her, son, and a little of that high-powered smoke. "How about letting your old lady have a hit?" Janet asked, standing framed in the doorway, her hands fisted on her hips and her naked tits thrusting out towards the horny teenager seated before the blaring television.
"Sure, Mom," Billy replied, rubbing the bulge between his legs. "Come and get it," he added lewdly.
Janet crossed the room, rolling her hips hungrily with each step that she took. The smooth rolling of her hips and ass drew Billy's attention to his mother's crotch. Even halfway across the room, he could see a damp spot soaking through the crotch piece of her jeans.
Billy sat rubbing his cock as be looked up at his mother. Her throbbing nipples were now only a few inches away from his trembling lips. Janet grinned as she watched her son struggling with the zipper on the front of his slacks. His swelling cock pulled the material so taut, it was difficult for him to undo his pants.
Billy held the half-smoked joint up to his mother's lips, and he was pleased at how greedily she took it from him. He watched her suck a great lungful of pot smoke deep into her chest, thrusting her tits out even further.
Janet always felt more horny after smoking pass, and this occasion was no exception. Even before she realized what she was doing, her fingertips found their way back to her throbbing nipples. She wiled the hard nubs of flesh on the sharp edges of her fingernails, shivering intensely from the shocks that surged through her magnificent figure.
"Come here, bitch," Billy softly ordered, hooking a hand in the waistband of his mother's jeans. "Let me take care of those fat tits of yours," he told her.
Janet forgot all about saving her son for Barbara. After all, she thought to herself, charity begins at home. With those words fresh in her mind, she bent forward, letting her huge breasts hang down inches in front of his eyes.
"Hmmm…" Billy moaned, trapping his mother's right nipple between his lips.
The teenager's hands dug into his mother's boobs. He was stuffing more and more of her heavy tit into his mouth as he sucked away at her nipple.
Janet immediately fell victim to her son's wonderful sucking. For an instant, the image of Billy as an infant, sucking the milk from her breasts flashed through her mind. She decided that she liked her son at his present age. She liked him old enough to know what to do with the stiff tool between his strong, muscular thighs.
With the wet sounds of Billy's slurping mouth filling the room, Janet dropped a hand to the back of his neck. As he slaved away, she massaged the tense muscles at the base of his neck and the top of his shoulders. Janet saw how much her son's powerful body resembled his father's. With her eyes closed it was almost like running her hands over Jack's body, except better!
"Suck me, baby," Janet whispered. "Slurp the milk out of those fat tits, motherfucker, just like you did when you were a baby," she told him, crushing her enormous boobs against his hardworking face.
Billy couldn't remember chomping on his mother's tits when he was a baby, but he knew that talking about it turned Janet on. And turning his mother on meant that much more fun fucking and eating each other's horny bodies.
Janet could feel her son's teeth brutalizing her breasts, and she loved every moment of pain and pleasure. Billy's mouth moved back and forth between her nipples at first, then remained fixed on the burning tip of his mother's right tit.
Billy sucked harder and harder, urged on by the gentle insistence of Janet's fingers massaging the base of his neck.
With his free hand, Billy attacked the waistband of his mother's tight jeans. It didn't take long before his skilled fingers had the garment bunched around the lower portion of her hips. He was glad Janet hadn't bothered with panties. He just rammed two strong fingers up her pussy, laughing out loud when he saw how wet her drooling twat was.
"Yes, baby," Janet hissed. "Yes… yes YES!"
Janet threw the entire weight of her body against her son's probing hand. She ground her throbbing hot clitoris into the boy's palm, knowing full well how wet and sticky she was making her horny little stud.
But Billy's attentions were starting to make Janet's right tit throb with more pain then she could handle. Her hands gently guided Billy's hungry mouth to her left breast.
"Here you go, baby," she cooed, stroking the back of his neck once again.
Barbara Foster spent the better part of the afternoon getting herself smashed on booze and pills. She wanted to be in just the right condition for dinner. At five o'clock, she stood staring at the mirror on her bedroom door. She was pleased with what she saw.
Barbara knew that her decision about what to wear was right. Dark stockings, high heels and a big smile. Her hairy cunt looked delicious, naked and wet with lust. Her nipples were so hard, they stood away from her thrusting boobs by a good three-quarters of an inch.
The stockings Babs wore were special. They stayed up in place without the need for any kind of garter belt or snaps. A strip of elastic built into the top of each leg piece held the dark nylon taut against her firm, smooth thighs.
Babs' high heels showed off her legs beautifully, and added a good four inches to her majestic figure. But she was pretty smashed, and those shoes made it difficult for her to stand up. Rolling her ass like a streetwalker, she crossed the room to her make-up table beside the bed.
Barbara allowed just enough time to fix her make-up and take care of her hair. Actually, she hardly brushed her hair more than once or twice, liking it to look like she just fucked an entire football team, including the cheerleaders.
With a half-empty glass dangling between her fingers, Barbara went back to the closet to get her fur coat. The satin lining was cool and wonderful against her hot skin as she slipped into the garment. With the sun down, it would probably be just the right weight for the cool evening. Considering she was naked underneath!
Grabbing her purse, she was quickly on the street, locking everything up behind her. Traffic was still a little busy from the rush hour, and it took her a while to catch a cab. Once inside the taxi, it was obvious that the trip would be a long, slow one.
Barbara stared out the window as the car crept through traffic. Then she noticed that the driver, an old, dried-out bastard, was stealing looks at her in his rear-view, mirror. The tramp was still pretty smashed, and decided to have a little fun to pass the time.
Undoing the front of her coat, Babs was careful to keep it snugly wrapped around her body when she leaned forward to the window in the cab's partition.
"Do you have a match?" she asked, letting her sensuous lips curl around each word.
Barbara could see how nervous the stupid old man got. She knew she was near enough for him to smell her sexy perfume. Looking down over his shoulder, she could see that his cock was as hard as a rock, poking up the front of his pants like a circus tent.
"Sure, sure," he said, searching around for a book of matches.
When the cabbie found the matches, he turned around to pass them back to his passenger. His mouth dropped open and his eyes bugged out when he got a look at Barbara.
With a lewd grin, Babs let the front of her coat hang open. The thrust of her fat tits parted the fur, showing off her naked body. She was sorry he couldn't get a good look at her cunt from where he was sitting.
Barbara took the matches from him as if nothing was the slightest bit unusual. She settled back in the seat, carefully arranging her coat so that the entire front of her body was on display for the fucked-out old bastard driving the cab. The slut even kept her legs open nice and wide so that he could see her wet pussy shining in the shadows.
"It's a little cool tonight, don't you think?" Barbara asked, lighting her cigarette and trying hard to keep a straight face as she struck up a conversation with the filthy old creep.
"I guess you'd know about that," he replied, not bothering to hide the way he was staring at her body.
"Oh, here," Barbara suddenly said, leaning forward. "Let me give you back your matches."
The taxi driver looked like he was ready to sink his yellow teeth into Babs' firm tits as she showed herself off to him. Once again, the neatness of her body filled his nostrils with the erotic scent of perfume and lust blended together.
Barbara laughed out loud when the car behind them started blowing its horn. Her cabbie was a lot more interested in the show she was putting on for him then he was in the traffic. It had been a long time since his cock had gotten as big as it was at that very moment.
"Is anything wrong?" Barbara asked, pitching her voice low and sexy to start the cum boiling in the old cabbie's hairy balls.
The driver didn't answer. With one eye on the traffic ahead and the other focused on the rear-view mirror, he lurched the taxi forward, almost slamming it into a car that had suddenly cut in front of them.
Barbara laughed at the sounds of squealing brakes that filled the air. She knew that she was the cause of all the emotion, and loved every moment of it. The smoke front her cigarette drifted lazily from her nostrils.
But the joke was beginning to wear a little thin for Barbara. Grasping the edges of her coat, she pulled the fur tight against her naked body. She felt her nipples responding to the cool satin lining as she bid the lush fullness of her tits from the old bastard's view.
The rest of the trip went uneventfully. The cabbie couldn't figure out whether or not he actually saw what he thought he saw, or if the entire thing was a result of too much cheap booze. His eyes searched the rear-view mirror again and again, but the quiet woman in the back seat gave him no clue.
The whole incident had nearly slipped from Barbara's mind by the time the cab pulled up in front of Janet's apartment building. The crazy look on the driver's face when she handed him the fare reminded her of the game she had played only minutes before. Dirty sounding laughter spilled from her lips as she stepped onto the sidewalk. Barbara didn't have to look over her shoulder to know the cabbie's eyes were focused on her ass. Walking into the building's lobby, she made an extra effort to wiggle her bottom for the old bastard.
Barbara stood in front of the overweight doorman, waiting as he phoned up to Janet's apartment. His eyes remained discreetly off her body, and she toyed with the idea of giving him a little flash of her naked ass. She decided against it, not wanting to give Janet a reputation for having perverted minds.
"Mrs. Taylor is expecting you. Go right ahead," the doorman said, his eyes on her swaying hips as she sauntered past him.