Robert Kelly

Billy_s horny mother

CHAPTER ONE

Janet Taylor stood in the shower, her muscles tensed against the stinging spray. Slowly, she began to relax. The steady surge of water made her skin glow with excitement.

Janet was proud of her body. She thrust her tits upwards, cupping a heavy mound in each palm. There weren't many thirty-nine-year-old women with bodies as good as hers, and Janet knew it. The tips of her fingers toyed with her nipples as a slight smile curled up the corners of her full, warm lips.

Only her husband ignored the fullness of her lush thighs and the tight cunt of her waist. Only Jack Taylor failed to appreciate the rounded perfection of her firm ass, the smoothness of her long legs. Even her moist cunt failed to excite him, and it was driving Janet mad.

Bending forward, her nipples like ripe grapes, Janet increased the hot water until steam rose over the brightly colored shower curtain. There were few things that she enjoyed as much as the feel of torrents of hot water splashing against her body.

Forcing the thought of Jack's indifference from her mind, Janet stepped back a few paces and allowed her back to rest against the wet, slippery tiled wall. Closing her eyes, she slowly opened her legs, letting the hot spray bathe her cunt. Spasms of need traveled up her weakening legs.

Janet brought her fingers to her flat stomach, mouthing words of instruction to an imaginary lover. She massaged the tightly drawn skin covering her belly as the tip of her index finger explored the indentation of her navel.

Janet made believe her hands belonged to someone else as she lowered them to the churning heat between her legs. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the soft curls of her wet pubic hair.

Janet heard the sounds of her own moaning as they echoed from the enameled hardness surrounding her. The muscles in her neck lightened as she touched the sensitive lips of her pussy. Janet's manicured fingernails thrilled her entire body as she troubled the soft, pink flesh.

Shuddering and twitching uncontrollably, Janet's hips shot forward, plunging two fingers deep into her twat. The velvet-lined chamber steamed as she locked her thighs around her hand and began humping and fingering herself.

In the back of her mind, Janet was aware that she was sliding downward, but she was equally aware that there was nothing that she could do about it. Her hand was working furiously as she came to rest on the floor of the tub. Janet lifted her legs into the air and spread them apart, letting the water beat down on her like a rainstorm.