Sally Simpson - With Bobby_s mom

"Ungh, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby!" Brenda cried, tossing her head back, her lush blonde hair streaming down her back.

When Bobby responded by humping his groin into the air, his prick head bobbing menacingly, Brenda got the message. Once again, she leaned forward, grabbing his prick at the root, pressing her lips to the bulbous head.

As soon as she sucked his prick head into her mouth, he jerked violently, slamming his tongue into her pussy as far as it would go. Brenda groaned, her eyes rolling in their sockets as a powerful shudder of pleasure ran up her cunt.

She licked and sucked and stabbed at Bobby's prick head, then took in another two inches of his cock, till his knob pressed against the back of her throat.

Bobby winced and bucked, sucking hard an her wide open pussy, rotating his ass so that his prick head corkscrewed down her throat.

Now they were going at it in a fast, rhythmic whirl of passion – Brenda sliding her lips to the base of her boy's cock, Bobby pumping his tongue in and out of his mother's churning pussy.

Every nerve in her body strained toward release, and with one last slurping, downward thrust of her mouth on the boy's prick, Brenda suddenly came.

She could hear his muffled cries beneath her, and a split second after her own devastating come, Bobby shot a thick, hot wad of jizz down her throat.

She swallowed it down in great gulps, her body still shuddering and bumping as wave after wave of release rolled through her.

Carefully, she raised her pussy off Bobby's mouth and slung her left leg over his head, so she was kneeling beside him. She looked down at his bleary eyes and bruised mouth. The boy looked so ravaged that she couldn't help feeling guilty for treating him so roughly.

Gently, she stroked his forehead, pushing aside a stray red curl. "You okay, honey?"

Bobby smiled slowly, then reached out for her, "Okay? Are you kidding? That was – that was the greatest, Mom!" As he hugged her to him, Brenda could once again feel his cock stiffening into a steely rod.

Brenda rolled down the window and let the breeze riffle through her hair. It was hot and dry, and as she and Bobby sped down the road, they passed by hills and fields burnt to a golden brown by the sun.

"This dry spell's gone on forever!" Brenda said, trying to cool herself off by undoing a few more buttons of her blouse.

Bobby gave her a sidelong glance. The tops of her creamy tits were clearly visible now. He shifted in his seat, adjusting his pants. "How much longer before we get there, Mom?"

"About another half hour or so, I'd say. Looking forward to it?"

"You bet! It's almost a year since we've been riding."

"Yeah – I guess it has been. I wonder if old Goldenrod's missed us."

"'Course she has!"

Brenda smiled as she thought about Goldenrod. She was a big, gentle mare Bobby had ridden when he was a child, and though he'd moved on to more spirited horses as he got older, he always stopped by to see Goldenrod when he was at the stables. He'd give her a few lumps of sugar, and she'd lick his face and nip at him playfully.

Brenda was caught up in these memories, when suddenly Bobby grabbed her right wrist, wrenching her hand off the steering wheel and placing it on his swollen crotch. The sudden movement caused her to jerk the steering wheel, and the car went careening toward the shoulder of the road.

"What are you doing!" she cried. Quickly, she turned the wheel in the opposite direction, just missing a ditch at the side of the road.

"What the hell…"

But her anger vanished when she became aware of Bobby's hot pulsing cock beneath the fly of his denims. An urgent stab of desire ripped through her guts, so strong that she felt dizzy. Though she wanted to jack on his prick, she stopped herself. They had already had one close call. "Not here, Bobby."

"I can't wait, Mom," Bobby groaned, unsnapping the waistband of his pants. "Please, Mom."

It shocked Brenda that Bobby had grown bold enough to want to make it with her in the car, in broad daylight. But it also excited her. Suddenly, she, too, felt daring.

She unzipped his pants, and though they were speeding down the road, she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts, hauling out his hard, throbbing prick.

"Aw, yes!" Bobby gasped as she wrapped her hand around the root of his cock and began to jack on it.

Brenda stole a glance at the boy, and she groaned softly, pressing her thighs together, when she saw his thick red prick head standing up so stiff and inviting.

She swallowed hard, trying to keep the raging just in her cunt under control. Her heart beat furiously as she drew her hand from the base of Bobby's cock to the wide, rubbery head and then back down again.

Bobby responded instantly, grinding his ass into the seat, then humping up, his prick lurching in Brenda's hand.

Now Brenda spread her thighs wide. Her cunt was clamoring for stimulation, the hot thick juices already bubbling out into her panties.

"Touch me, honey," she whispered.

Bobby reached over and began rubbing his hand up and down the crotch of her pants. Her cunt lips were so swollen with lust that they protruded through the crotch of her jeans.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" Brenda groaned. Each time his finger pressed against her clit, she flexed her leg so that she stepped on the accelerator and sent the car speeding ahead.

By now, her panties were soaked, and a deep gnawing itch was building deep in her cunt. She could barely control the car, and she was getting scared.

"It's-it's no use, Bobby!" she sighed at last. She pulled her hand from his prick and took command of the wheel. She looked frantically for a place to turn off the highway, and then she saw an exit ahead. With a sigh of relief, she turned the car off the road.

They drove for half a mile before Brenda spotted a secluded area beneath a large, leafy oak. She brought the car to rest in its shade, and then she turned to Bobby, her eyes smoldering with lust.

Bobby, unable to contain his need, had his hand on his prick and was jacking furiously on it.

Now Brenda turned to him, gasping at his thigh. "Fuck me, Bobby!" she gasped. "In the back, baby. Hurry!"

As she crawled into the back seat of the car, she unzipped her jeans, pushing them down her hips and thighs. Then she unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

Bobby was right behind her. Wordlessly he mounted her, pressing his mouth to hers and sticking his tongue deep inside.

He sought out her wet pussy, groaning with pleasure when his fingers touched the rich gooey slot. Then he spread her cunt lips wide, bringing his prick head to the steamy entrance of her cunt.

"Aaaaie!" Brenda cried as he thrust inside. Feeling her boy's thick slab of prick meat jammed up her needy pussy was the most ecstatic sensation Brenda ever had.

Her nerves sizzled with excitement. Her whole body was in turmoil. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth, meeting his tongue, jabbing at it, then twining hers around it.

Meanwhile, Bobby ran his hands along her sides, grasping her about the waist and sliding his palms up to the side swells of her tits. When he sank his fingers deep into her fleshy tit-meat, she bucked up at him, crying out with pleasure as his prick hit bottom.

Brenda came immediately, kicking her feet and grasping at Bobby's ass. It was as if a volcano exploded within her, its heat and power spreading in rivulets throughout her body.

"Aaaaaaugh, aaaaugh!" she cried. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably, and her heart leaped into high gear.

Bobby's prick was caught in the wild, cinching action of his mother's powerful cunt. It throbbed with blood, ready to plunge back into action. At least, when Brenda let up on the pressure, Bobby withdrew it halfway.