Billy’s hand went to his prick, then dropped back down to his side. Slowly he walked toward his mother, never taking his eyes off the lips of her cunt which were slightly apart. He stopped a yard short of the bed.
“Come on! Come over here so I can reach you.”
Billy’s head was in a whirl. Betty was a good looking woman and she excited him. She’d always excited him, but this was different. He’d never seen her naked before, at least not sitting Indian-style with her cunt lips open. He took two more short steps toward her and she reached out and put her warm hand on his hard cock.
Billy looked at Betty for the first time as a whole person, not just at her cunt or tits. He realized that she looked as good as Ellen or Joan. Her dark blonde hair had only a hint of gray and that looked as if it had been put on at a beauty salon. There weren’t any wrinkles around her blue eyes or on her neck where so many women seemed to age first.
Her breasts didn’t sag even though they were as large as any he’d ever seen. Her nipples stuck straight out and the dark area around them was larger than a half-dollar. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her lean body. Her waist was tiny and accented her full hips. Her thighs tapered smoothly and her legs curved gently at the calves with no bulging muscles or veins.
“Man, you’re beautiful,” said Billy as he stood and let her hold his cock through his pants.
“Take your clothes off, son. Let me look at you.” She started unzipping his jeans, pressing his cock down so the zipper would slide over it.
Billy unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. He wore no tee-shirt and the muscles in his shoulders and chest rippled as he twisted to toss his shirt to the chair.
“Ohh, you’ve got a nice chest. Take off your pants.” She moved her hand so he could finish pulling down his zipper.
Silently Billy stepped out of his loafers and lifted one leg so he could slip his jeans down over it. He changed feet and pulled his pants off and tossed them to the chair. Betty grabbed his jockey shorts and jerked them down and his cock snapped to an upright position. Billy stepped out of his shorts and stood before his mother, wearing only his socks.
Betty took his rigid cock in one hand and cupped his heavy balls with the other. She leaned over and pressed her cheek against his chest. “You’re a big guy now. I should have known but I didn’t. You should have told me.”
“Gee, Mom. You’re my mother. I thought you knew. I’ve been dating for two years now.”
“Yes. You’re eighteen now.” She squeezed his throbbing cock for emphasis. “You’re a grown man.”
Her cheek slid down onto his stomach. Billy felt her pull his foreskin back, but when her warm, wet tongue started running around his inflamed cock head he caught his breath in surprise.
“Get up on the bed,” she said as she raised her head. “Get up on the bed so I can get to you.”
Billy got on the bed and lay on his back. He watched as she put one foot up on the bed and bent her other knee, squatting with her cunt open. She put her hand over her twat and caught the little ball that popped out. She squatted twice more, then threw the three ping-pong balls to the foot of the bed with the other one. Then she lay on her side and took Billy’s cock head between her lips and flicked her dripping tongue across it.
“Mom, turn around so I can get to you, too,” pleaded Billy.
“Not yet,” said Betty, lifting her head. “Let me suck you off first, then you can eat me if you want to.” She took half the length of his cock into her mouth, wetting it, teasing it with her tongue.
“Oh, Mom. Your mouth is so wet and warm.” He pushed himself up. “At least turn around so I can touch you. I can’t reach you like this.”