He never failed her. Bills were paid on time and he was handling everything perfectly. Billy was in charge of the household and had quite comfortably taken her ex-husband's place.

And for the two years since he had left, Joyce had never once brought any guys home to fuck. Of course she played around with a few one-night stands, but she had fucked on the side even before the divorce.

Joyce had plenty of chances to grab off a handsome stud. At the age of thirty-eight she had a spectacular body. Her thrusting tits were huge and firm, her nipples like warm cherries. Her tight waist flowed into wide, rounded hips. Her ass wiggled invitingly when she walked and her legs were long and graceful. Joyce Lankin always turned heads when she walked into a room.

But bringing a man into her home would only be an insult to her son. It would challenge his authority as head of the house and she didn't want to do that. She was proud of her son who had suddenly grown into a man.

Joyce gave Billy the freedoms that went with his added responsibilities. He was coming home later and later each night, and she could tell that some nights he had been with a girl. And on those nights, she was jealous. She wanted to be the woman climbing between Billy's legs. She wanted to be the one sucking his sweet-tasting cock!

That morning, Joyce decided that it was time for Billy to take his rightful place up her cunt. She had worked out an entire plan of action and was determined to stick to it. It was Friday, and she and Billy would have the whole weekend together, undisturbed.

More than once, Joyce had caught Billy peeking at her while she was getting dressed. When she sensed that he was watching, she would put on a little show for him, hoping that he was pulling on his prick while she showed herself off. Joyce never let him know that he had been caught. She didn't want to embarrass her handsome son.