"Hi, honey!" Joyce called out, taking a last gulp from her glass. "Hot outside, baby?" she asked.

Billy couldn't believe the sight before him. His mother was sprawled out across the couch, half-naked. She was the image of his nightly dreams about her. As he stood trying to answer her dumb question, he felt his cock getting as hard as a rock.

"Yeah, Mom. Yeah," Billy said, inching slowly toward her. "It must be close to a hundred out there."

"It's nice and cool in here," Joyce said, holding her glass out to him and rattling the ice cubes in it. "Come sit down," she said, patting the sofa beside her.

"Maybe I could get you another drink, Mom?" Billy innocently asked as he stepped forward to take his mother's drained glass. "What are you drinking?"

It was Joyce's turn to be shocked, and it gave her a good laugh. She had been right thinking that he was fucking around. Her son knew just how to get a horny cunt into the sack. She could see that he inherited more than just good looks from his hard-fucking old man.

"Make it Scotch, sweetheart," she answered, handing over her glass. "And you might as well fix yourself a drink. I've noticed the vodka's been tasting a little watery lately."

Billy was caught off base for a moment. He thought that he had been getting away with the occasional shots that he sneaked when his mother wasn't looking. He was afraid that she was angry, until he was calmed down by her warm, enticing smile. It was more than obvious that she didn't give a shit about his secret drinking. As a matter of fact, she seemed a little proud of his adult behavior.

Swaggering boldly, Billy took the glass from Joyce's hand and headed for the well-stocked bar at one end of the huge room. The sight of her half-naked body and the sweet smell of her erotic perfume sent chills racing up the boy's spine. He could feel his prick stiffening between his legs.