Molly poured herself a cup of tea. She had been feeling shaky since yesterday afternoon, when the stupids had discovered her in Room 120, spying on the couple next door while she finger-fucked herself.
She had ordered them to leave the room and to wait in the motel office. Then she’d somehow managed to fumble back into her clothes and go out to meet them. They had been whispering to each other when she walked in, and it had made her very nervous.
She wasn’t sure just how much they’d seen, but she told the sons that she’d been exercising in the nude, as her doctor had prescribed, and that it had been very naughty of them to spy on her.
Billy simply rolled his eyes and dug his elbows into little Cindy’s ribs, and that had made Molly furious.
“I guess you don’t understand the seriousness of what you did!” she had sputtered. “Go to your rooms. No dinner for either of you tonight!”
All had been quiet at breakfast the next morning, but Molly could feel the children staring at her whenever she turned her back to them. What really ate at her was the thought that they might tell Jack what they’d seen when he got back from the motel owners’ convention tomorrow. And if they did tell him, would he believe them?
She shuddered at the thought, nearly spilling the tea. Quickly, she put the cup to her lips and took a sip of the soothing brew.
At that moment, Billy walked into the kitchen. He was dressed in a T-shirt and last year’s cut-offs, and Molly realized that he’d grown a good four inches since the year before; the cut-offs were way too short.
“About yesterday afternoon, Billy,” she blurted.
“Yeah,” Billy said, a smile crossing his face. “You sure do have a beautiful body, Mom!” He came closer, put a hand on her shoulder, then leaned down and kissed her cheek.
Molly was so shocked, she couldn’t say a word.
“Yup, those girls in Daddy’s Playboy don’t even come close to you, Mom.”
“Billy! Shame on you!”
Billy kept smiling. He grabbed Molly’s hand, and before she knew what was happening, he put it on the crotch of his shorts. She could feel his cock beneath the rough denim – hard and throbbing.
“Young man – what do you think you’re doing?”
“Take off your clothes, Mom,” he rasped, eyeing her up and down.
“How dare you talk to your mother that way! You’re just a boy!” She tried to yank her hand out of his, but he held it tightly over his prick.
“If I let go, promise to take your clothes off.”
“Billy, when your father gets home…”
“When my father gets home, I could tell him that you have a two-way mirror in Room 122!”
“Billy!”
“All I want you to do is take your clothes off for me again, Mom.”
Molly was shaking with rage. But she knew she had no alternative. Tears came to her eyes as she nodded to her son.
He let go of her hand, then, crossing his arms over his chest, stood back, waiting for her to begin.
Molly sat there for several moments, gazing into Billy’s eyes, trying to get him to take pity on her, but he stood firm. He was even bold enough to start rubbing his prick through his pants.
“Take your clothes off, Mom – or I tell Dad about yesterday!”
Tears of shame and anger sprang to Molly’s eyes as she unbuttoned her dress and stepped out of it. All she had on underneath were a lacy bra and panties.
Billy’s eyes bugged out, and he started rubbing his cock bulge harder. “Come on, Mom – take ’em off!”
“Please, Son…”
But Billy flashed her a look of such anger and need, she knew she’d have to go through with it. Gulping back the tears, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Then she brought it down her arms and off her tits.
She heard him gasp, then moan with desire. But she couldn’t look at him. She just stared at the floor. Now she peeled her panties down and off her legs.
“Aw, yeah!” Billy moaned.
Molly heard the rasp of his zipper, and though she still couldn’t look at him, she knew he’d taken off his clothes.
Now he walked up to her, and she raised her head to look at him. He was long-legged and thin and hadn’t yet begun to fill out. And his cock was long and thin too, with a tuft of auburn hair at the base.
She shuddered with a weird combination of fear and excitement. And then he reached up and put his hands on her tits.
“God, Mom! They feel so good!” he gasped. He sank his fingers deep into her tit-flesh and squeezed hard. “Mom! Mom!”
Suddenly, his prick erupted with a hot stream of jizz that splattered onto Molly’s belly and thighs.
“God, Billy! How could you?” Molly sobbed, and she tried to back away from him.
But he held onto her, pressed his mouth to her left tit and began sucking hard-on the nipple.
A sudden thrill of pleasure shot from her tit down to her cunt. Without thinking, she put her hand on the back of his head and began pressing against it, forcing him harder against her tit.
He moaned as he sucked and licked her nipple, his other hand clawing frantically at her right tit. He was so close, that Molly could feel his cock get stiff again and nudge her thigh.
Suddenly, Billy pulled away from her and looked up into her eyes. “I want to fuck you! Let me fuck you, Mom!”
Though his words shocked Molly, she knew that that was what she really wanted, too. Her cunt was churning inside with need; her body was on fire with desire. And who would ever know if she fucked him, except Billy and her?
“Yes, baby, yes!” she whispered. “Into the bedroom – hurry!”
She grabbed Billy’s hand and practically dragged him down the hall to her bedroom. She could never remember being as excited as she was at this moment. Hot, slick cunt juice was pumping from deep in her fuck hole; her tits tingled with arousal; she could still feel where the boy had had his mouth on her tit.
She lay back on the bed and motioned for Billy to join her. She had no idea how much he knew about fucking – whether he was still a virgin or not. All she cared about was feeling his hot young cock slammed up her pussy.
“Billy, honey, come to me,” she gasped as she reached for him. At the same time, she spread her thighs, revealing her cunt to the boy.
Billy was breathing hard as he climbed onto the bed. Gingerly, he reached out to his mother’s pussy and combed his fingers through the dense, curly hair above it.
“Yes, Billy, yes!” Molly moaned, rocking from side to side.
Now Billy slid his finger up and down his mother’s wet cunt slot, and she quivered with excitement. Spreading the fleshy lips of her pussy apart, he jabbed his index finger up her fuck hole.
“Oh – Billy!”
He licked his lips and grabbed his prick at the root, aiming it so the knob tit into the entrance to Molly’s cunt.
“Ah-ah-ah, Billy!”
Molly couldn’t stand the excitement any longer. She humped forward, trying to capture the boy’s prick head in her pussy, and at the same moment, Billy thrust into her hard.
“Oh God? You’re in me!” Molly’s cunt contracted around the boy’s long prick, grabbing it – milking it with strong muscular motions.
She gazed into her son’s face and saw how his mouth was twisted into a grimace of lust.
Molly could feel his prick shoved deep into her cunt, the fuck head pressing against her womb, and she loved it. She reached up, put her arms around Billy, and forced him down on top of her, his chest pressing her tits flat, his lips against hers.
“Baby, baby,” she murmured, and then she slid her tongue between his lips, darting it deep, running it across his teeth and along the sides of his mouth.
He did not respond to her at first, and she realized that he had probably never French kissed before. But she persisted, moving her tongue back and forth rapidly as she ground her ass on the bed. This caused his prick to stir up the fuck juices deep in her cunt.
Billy groaned with excitement, and at last he began to lash his tongue against his mother’s, jabbing into her mouth with the same ferocity as she displayed. At the same time, he moved his chest in a circular motion, squeezing and pressing Molly’s delectable tits until they tingled with sensation.
Finally, Molly broke the kiss, and placing her hands an Billy’s shoulders, pushed him up and off of her. Then she drew her ass back along the bed so he would be forced to pull his cock part way out of her pussy.
“Now fuck into me? Hard!” she gasped.
And Billy did just that – plunging in deep, his steely fuckrod pressing hard against her sensitive inner cunt meat.
“Aw, honey – that’s so good!” Molly moaned. It felt to her as if deep in her gut, she were being pricked by a thousand golden needles. Again, her pussy muscles began to massage his prick, undulating up and down the long cock shaft.
Billy was shuddering and moaning so much, Molly knew he would be coming very soon, so she really let herself go. This time, she wanted to come with him.
She contracted her ass, pulling her cunt muscles tight around his invading prick, and she ran her hand down to her cunt mound, scrabbling through her muff till she found her aching clit.
“Fuck me, honey! Go ahead – do it to your mother!” she cried, and as Billy pulled back one more time and then jabbed forward, she pressed down hard-on her clit. “Auuugh!”
“Aw, Mom! I-I’m coming!” Billy cried out, and he fucked in roughly, collapsing on top of Molly as he shot a heavy load deep into her pussy.
The feel of her son’s hot jizz pouring into her pussy, and her rough handling of her clit were enough to send Molly over the edge.
A powerful orgasm crashed through her body, igniting a thousand sensations of pleasure. And when it was over, she lay there panting, a deep satisfaction spreading through her.
“Billy, Billy, Billy…” she murmured, stoking her fingers through Billy’s fine auburn hair.
But Billy couldn’t respond. He was gasping for breath, his heart pounding dangerously in his chest, his face as red as a tomato. A fine mist of sweat covered him from head to foot, and his prick, shrinking rapidly inside Molly’s hot pussy, finally slipped out, trailing cunt cream and jizz with it.
“You’re a very naughty boy, you know,” Molly whispered. She had moved her hand down from his hair to his neck, which she was stroking gently.
He shifted slightly, moving his chest across her big tits, drawing his hands up along her hips and sides until they rested on the side swells of her tits.
Molly could hardly believe it, but this simple gesture was enough to ignite the spark of lust in her again. Her cunt contracted wildly, and a spasm of desire shook her clit.
She tried to keep her voice calm. “Billy, did you enjoy fucking me? Did I satisfy you?”
“Aw, Mom, it was the best!” Billy raised himself up on his elbows and gazed down at Molly. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for a long, long time!”
This only served to get Molly more turned on. “There’s a lot more I could show you, Billy.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Hm-mm. Like this, for instance.” Gently, she eased him off of her, so that he was lying flat on his back. His prick, pale and limp, had shrunk to a very small size. The ball sac had become baggy and wrinkled.
Molly cupped the boy’s prick in her hand, eyeing it lovingly. Then she leaned down close, her tits touching the bedspread, and she took an experimental lick from the little cock head down to the fuzzy cock hairs.
“Shit!” the boy gasped. His cock shuddered in Molly’s hand, stiffening before her eyes.
She giggled softly, then licked down the length of his prick again. It swelled up even more, the cockahaft reaching its full, steely length, the knob bloating with blood. The rubbery skin blushed to a deep purplish shade that excited Molly.
Molly grabbed the boy’s cock at the base and held it steady while she lashed the prick knob with her tongue.
“Jesus!” Billy cried. He propped himself up against the headboard so he could watch his mother suck on his prick.
When she had covered his cock knob with her wet kisses, she began to suck his slick cock into her mouth. Her puckered lips went down, down, the smooth cockmeat until her mouth was filled with it.
Billy squirmed on the bed in an agony of arousal. Grabbing onto the sheets, he crushed the material between his fingers.
Molly took a deep breath, and arching her neck, she sucked his prick head down into her throat and took the rest of his cock between her lips. Now his ball sac was pressed up against her chin, and she could smell the wonderful yeasty aroma of it.
“Mom!” Billy cried, his body shaking violently.
Molly was really excited now. There was nothing quite like the feel of her baby’s cock rammed into her mouth and throat. She lapped at his prickshaft with her tongue while she kept up the suction with her throat and lips.
Then, just when she thought the boy couldn’t take it any longer, she eased up on him, reining her throat muscles, softening her lips.
Billy groaned in disappointment. But Molly eased back, letting his cock knob pop out of her mouth. Now she began to polish his prick with licks and kisses until she had him rolling on the bed, gasping with pleasure. He humped up at her, fucking his cock back and forth through her fist, as if it were the entrance to her remarkable pussy.
Molly took her time. She explored every crease and curve in Billy’s prick with her tongue, discovering the location of the most sensitive spots on the long smooth cockrod.
When she hit a real hot spot, she would stop in mid-kiss, raise her head and ask: “Do you like that, baby? Is Mommy doing you right?”
If Billy groaned and bucked up at her in response, she would lick and kiss and nibble that much harder. After nearly five minutes of this, she plunged back down on his prick again, taking the whole prickshaft in with one gulp. The cock knob bottomed out past her tonsils, and the hairy root was nestled against her lips.
This time, she held his prick only briefly in the tight clasp of her mouth and throat before letting go and pulling back. As she prepared to swoop down on his prick again, she grabbed his foot roughly and wedged it between her thighs so the heel was pressed up hard against her cunt labes and clit. It felt so good, she nearly came, but somehow she kept control of herself. She wanted them to come together.
Puckering her mouth into an oval, she hunched down on him, sucking his sweet prick inside. Now and then, she unsheathed her teeth so they could scrape against his flesh.
“Oh, God! Mom! Mom!”
She rocked back and forth on her ass so that his foot would press against her clit in a steady rhythm. And now she was also gently squeezing his ball sac, loving the way it had stretched tight over his swollen balls.
“Oh yeah, Mom! Oh yeah!” Billy cried, his body suddenly stiffening like an arrow.
Molly knew he was about to pop, and so she took a deep breath, plunged down hard-on his throbbing prick and shoved her cunt and clit against the sole of his foot.
She came so hard, she had to use all of her self-control to keep from biting down on the rigid cock fucked deep into her, throat.
Sweet, slick jizz rolled down her gullet into her belly, enriching the fabulous orgasm that ripped through her body.
When it was over and mother and son lay peacefully in each other’s arms, Molly whispered in Billy’s ear: “Same time tomorrow, honey. We’re gonna have lots more fun.”
