Beside Janet on the sofa was a long envelope. Barbara's big black dildo was wrapped up inside. Borrowing one of her friend's skirts, Janet Taylor returned home with the thick shaft of rubber shoved up her ass. Of course it was impossible for her to sit down, so she stood on a crass town bus home. Her shithole had taken a rough fucking, but she had orgasmed four times.
Janet didn't bother with a shower when she got home. As a matter of fact, she liked her body soaked in the raw scent of sex. Her soft skin was stained with both Barbara's and her own cunt juices. She was sure that Billy would approve of her choice of perfume.
Billy stood frozen inside the door, staring down the hall at his mother seated on the couch in the living room. Even from that distance, he could tell that she was drunk and being very careless about her clothes. He could see his mother's long, naked legs sexily crossed, showing off her firm thighs clear up to her crotch. Squinting, he could just about make out the sight of her dark, hard nipple poking around the folds of her robe.
"Hi Billy," Janet called out, surprised at how slurred her speech sounded.
"Hello, Mom," Billy replied unsteadily, closing the front door behind him and walking down the hallway towards the living room and his half-naked mother.
"How'd you spend the day, honey?" Janet asked, lifting her glass up and taking a deep swallow.
"Oh… I… was just hanging out… with some of the guys…" he stammered, unable to concentrate on the words as his mother's nipple flashed hotly up at him. "We didn't do very much," he added, afraid of telling his mother how he really spent the day.
After the morning excitement of his mother's naked show, Billy spent that Saturday watching pornographic movies in sleazy theaters downtown. The inside of his tight jeans was stained with the thick juices of his teenage prick. His underwear was stuck to his skin by a coating of dried cum.
But all those fucking-and-sucking movies meant nothing beside the sight of his own mother. As he walked into the room and sniffed the aroma of sex in the air, he felt his aching prick coming to attention. He was beginning to feel that familiar churning in his almost hairless balls as his eyes warned over her hungry body.
Janet had no trouble making out the outline of her son's hard cock pressed against the front of his pants. She could even see some of the stains his cum had made in the material. She immediately thought about dropping down to her knees before her son and sucking the cloth clean, rubbing her face against the stiffness of Billy's rod at the same time.
"I hope you're not in too much of a hurry, sweetheart," Janet said warmly, patting the seat beside her on the sofa. "Come sit down, darling," she continued, letting her voice turn as soft as warm butter.
Billy wasn't sure how to deal with his mother. She was acting so strangely. The way her body was on display was driving him crazy, but she acted as though she couldn't tell. He couldn't resist his mother's invitation and stumbled forward as if in a trance.
Janet could sense the hold her body had on the boy, and it thrilled her. She intended to use anything she could to satisfy the burning needs deep in her belly. She would use Billy to nil the hole left by his father.
"I'm not in much of a hurry, Mom," Billy said, his legs going weak as he lowered himself down beside Janet on the couch.
"Careful, sweetheart," Janet said, reaching over to rescue the dildo. A smile curled up the corners of her sensual lips as she rolled the dildo between her strong fingers. Thrilled flashes shot through her mind as she remembered the feel of that marvelous tool slamming its way deep into her quivering, thrashing body.
"I borrowed this from Barbara Foster," Janet began, holding up the long, thin package, "and I promised to get it back to her as soon as I was through with it." She laughed.
Billy figured his mother was even more smashed than he first thought. She was acting really weird. But he was getting one hell of an eyeful of her sexy body, and he wasn't about to worry about anything other than his swelling dick.
"Now listen, baby," Janet whispered, leaning forward so that the front of her robe hung open even more. "You mustn't look inside the envelope. What's inside is a secret," she giggled.
"Aw, you can tell me, Mom," Billy said, enjoying the little game as he caught some good peeks at his mother's naked tits.
Janet laughed loudly, clutching the envelope to her breasts. She loved the sound of the boy's begging voice. She imagined him between her legs, begging to suck the hot cream out of her deep pussy slit. She imagined him shoving his face down the crack of her ass, letting his tongue tease and suck the puckered ring of her anus.
"It's Barbara's," Janet giggled. "I'm not sure she'd like everyone to know how she gets her kicks."
Billy was sure that his mother was going to show him what was in the package, but he decided to play along with her little game. He was really enjoying himself. He watched her slender fingers playing with the fat envelope as if it were a toy. Her eyes were flashing drunkenly.
"It's okay, Mom. I won't tell anybody," Billy insisted, snuggling closer to his wonderful mother.
"Well," Janet hesitated, teasing the boy for as long as she could, "I guess it'll he alright."
Janet finished off her drink before turning her attention back to the envelope. She made Billy fix her a new screwdriver, and united him to join her. Of course he did as she suggested.
Janet tore open the top of the envelope and reached inside. The tip of her fingers trembled as she touched one of the two smooth, fat cock heads on either side of the monstrous tool. She smiled as warmly as she could while drawing the black shaft from its resting place.
Billy's eyes went wide as he saw what his mother was holding. It took him a few minutes to be sure of what he was looking at. The tool was still covered with love juices from its last session and those exciting smells filled his nostrils.
"Do you know what this is, baby?" Janet asked, gripping the shaft around the middle and holding it up in the an.
"Sure, sure," Billy replied, wandering what the hell his mother was doing with that thing.
"Barb Foster lent this to me. She was wondering how I would like it," Janet volunteered.
Billy was really shocked by what his mother was saying and the way she was acting. It made his burning cock stand on end, trapped in his tight jeans. He was wishing that he could rip open the front of his pants and let his hot cock wave free. The boy didn't know that his mother wanted the very same thing.
"Well, how did you like it, Mom?" Billy finally asked, squirming in his chair to make his throbbing cock feel more comfortable.
Janet's laughter filled the room. She was thrilled at her son's question, turned on by the horny look in her son's eyes. She brought the tip of the dildo to her lips, closed her eyes and pressed her full lips against the stained black rubber. Her mouth made a wet, sucking noise as she kissed the cool shaft.
"I liked the fucking thing just fine, baby. Just fine," she finally said, after pulling her mouth away from the rubber dong.
Billy was seeing his mother for the very first time, or at least seeing one side of her personality that he had never seen before. He was shocked, but really turned on by the whole thing. His eyes went wide as Janet reached out and grabbed the throbbing lump of hot man-flesh between his lop.
"But I like fucking the real thing even better," Janet panted, her lush lips caressing each word. "I bet your prick is just right, Billy boy."
The eighteen-year-old stud pushed his body against his mother's skilled fingers. He could feel the slender strength in her fingers as they massaged the thick shaft of his swelling cock. Billy's breath caught in his throat as Janet's right hand speedily undid the zipper on his jeans.