"I was just getting dressed," Joyce said, leaning forward to take her drink from the tray Billy was holding. "I guess I should finish," she continued, letting a coy smile curl up the corners of her mouth, "but I'm just so tired. I spent the whole day cleaning around the house."

"It's so warm," Billy replied, "I'm surprised you're going to get dressed in the first place. Were you thinking of going out tonight?" he suddenly asked, a trace of concern clouding his question.

"No, I wasn't thinking about going out," Joyce answered, pleased at seeing the hold she had on the boy. "I actually thought we could spend a nice night together."

Joyce caressed each spoken word with her soft, sensual lips. Billy sat down beside her, and she could hear the deepness of his breathing. She could almost hear the pounding of his heart as he responded to the heat of his mother's body. She pressed herself against him as the heavy scent of her perfume filled his nostrils.

"Of course I should really ask you what you're doing tonight," she pouted. "After all, you're the one that's been doing most of the going out lately."

"I had nothing planned," he quickly stammered, not wanting to get Joyce angry with him.

"Good," Joyce cooed softly, letting her voice go as warm and as sweet as melted chocolate.

Joyce's arm slipped down from the back of the sofa and curled sexily around the boy's neck. She rubbed the tips of her fingers into the hardness of his chest, thrilling to the feel of his athletic frame.

"I think you're right about not bothering to get dressed, if that's all right with you," Joyce said, cuddling tighter against her son. "You don't think I'm being immodest, do you?"

Joyce jumped to her feet as she spoke. Considering how drunk she was, she really shouldn't have been trying to move so fast. As a matter of fact, the sudden move made her dizzy. Joyce was eager to show off her body to the son she loved so much. She was eager to see the excitement in his eyes as he looked at her fat tits, sexy ass and hungry cunt.