Sally Simpson - With Bobby_s mom

"Gonna, ungh, fuck you," he grunted, shoving his cock back up her cunt. "Unh, yeah!" He slid his fingers between their sweaty bodies and squeezed her nipples.

Brenda, recovering from the potency of her last come, suddenly felt a twinge of renewed lust deep in her pussy.

"Bobby, oh Bobby!" she murmured, bending her knees and lifting her legs so he could get even deeper penetration.

Bobby slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up at an angle. Then he rammed his prick in deep, and Brenda nearly fainted at the sudden rush of pleasure in her pussy.

As Bobby pummeled her pussy with his prick, orgasm after orgasm raced through her pussy, settling in her clit and tits and ass. She was a mass of quivering ecstasy, and she wanted it to go on forever.

"Ungh, ungh, Bobby! Aaaaaaugh!" Her cries pierced the quiet glen where they'd parked, and a covey of doves, frightened by the noise, suddenly took flight.

"I-I'm coming! Comiiiiiing!" Bobby cried all of a sudden, and with a sudden vicious thrust, he dumped a load of jizz deep in Brenda's cunt.

She held him tight, whimpering and calling his name as the hot, sticky stuff seeped into her bruised pussy. They lay there, panting and gasping, the fiery twinges of pleasure gradually fading.

Then Brenda stirred beneath Bobby, pushing him gently off her tits as she wriggled free. "God that was a good fuck!" she sighed, and she kissed him. "But we've got to get dressed if we're going to get to the stables in time for a ride."

Bobby just lay there, a dreamy, satisfied smile on his face, and Brenda had to prod him playfully several times before he finally got up.

Once they were back on the road, they made very good time, and Brenda felt a deep sense of homecoming when she pulled into the wide drive in front of the stables. She and Tom and Bobby had come there often in the old days, and her memories of the place were filled with laughter and sunshine.

"My God! If it ain't Brenda Hawkins! It's been years, girl!" Clint Cooper emerged from the office in cowboy hat and jeans, looking just as lean and weathered as Brenda remembered.

He took her into his arms and gave her a big hug. Then he turned his attention to Bobby. "Is this Bobby? Bet he's grown over a foot since he was here last!"

Bobby blushed and looked away. He didn't like people treating him like a kid.

Suddenly, a very pretty brunette emerged from the office. She was wearing tight jeans and an even tighter T-shirt that showed off her developing tits. Her dark hair was pulled up in a pony-tail and she wore high-heeled boots, even though she looked to be even younger than Bobby.

Brenda noticed the way Bobby's gaze zeroed in on the girl's small tits, and she felt a sudden, fierce stab of jealousy.

"This here's my niece Katie," Clint said, beckoning for the girl to join them. "She's helpin' me out with the stables this summer."

"Pleased to meet you," Katie said, smiling at Brenda and Bobby. She held out her hand to Bobby, and Brenda noticed with increasing alarm the way Bobby held on just a little longer than he had to.

The girl looked up at Bobby from beneath long dark lashes, which she fluttered shamelessly.

"What d'you say we let Bobby and Katie saddle up and take a ride while you and I catch up on old times?" He winked at Brenda.

"I really don't think…" Brenda started to protest.

"C'mom Bobby! There's a pretty red filly that you'll like for sure!" Katie said. She grabbed Bobby's hand, and led him away before Brenda could stop them.

"It's nice to let the young people have some fun together," Clint said. "Now how about a glass of iced tea? I wanna hear what you've been up to!"

For once Brenda wished Clint would stop acting so damned fatherly toward her. She had to catch up with Bobby and the girl before something terrible happened.

When they had all been standing there talking, she had practically felt the heat emanating from the girl's hot little cunt. And that meant Bobby was in danger.

"Have a seat," Clint said as they entered the office. He walked to the small refrigerator at the back of the room and took out a tall pitcher of iced tea. Then, grabbing a couple of glasses, he poured the drinks.

Brenda took hers and began to sip nervously. All she could think about was Bobby getting into the clutches of that pretty little nymphet.

"You're looking really great," Clint said, patting her gently an the hand. "Things going well for you and the boy?"

"Yes… I didn't think I was going to make it after Tom died, but I've got a waitressing job now, and Bobby's doing fine in school."

"Are you dating anyone?" Clint drew his chair closer.

Brenda blushed. "No, not really. It's-it's too soon."

"Honey, you're a beautiful woman. Life goes on, y'know."

Nervously, Brenda took another sip of tea. She was worried about Bobby. But now she was also worried about herself. She didn't like the way Clint's eyes kept boring into her chest as if he could see her tits. She also didn't like the fact that she could see a bed in the next room.

Clint got up from his chair and began pacing about the room.

"The ranch and stable have been doing mighty fine," he said. "But y'know, it gets kinda lonesome around here sometimes." He stopped behind Brenda's chair and put his hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently.

"Look Clint, I really should saddle up and join Bobby…"

"Bobby's doin' fine. Let's us worry about you and me."

He lowered his hands onto her tits, and Brenda nearly jumped a foot. "Clint!"

"Who you kiddin', Brenda? We've been wanting to fuck each other ever since you first started coming to the ranch."

"You're out of your mind!" Brenda cried, backing toward the door.

"C'mon, woman! You want some cock and you know it!"

He was coming toward her, and for the first time, Brenda looked down at his crotch. She was stunned. He was hung like a horse. No question about it. The bulge in his fly was bigger than Brenda had ever seen before, and against her will, her cunt started churning with desire. Her nipples rubbed harshly against the lace of her bra.

Clint sensed that her defenses were crumbling, and in one swift movement, he caught her up in his arms and began showering her with hot, urgent kisses.

He kissed her up and down her neck and shoulders, and then he pressed his lips to hers, slicing his tongue deep into her mouth, running it along the insides of her checks and the tops of her teeth.

It was as if he were devouring her with his lust, and Brenda felt faint and overpowered in his arms. He reached up and began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. He grew impatient with his own clumsiness and in his excitement, he ripped at the blouse, popping the buttons off it so they went rolling on the floor.

"God, you're beautiful," he groaned, and he reached in back of her and unhooked her bra.

Brenda protested only weakly, letting him slide the blouse and bra over her shoulders and off of her. Clint quivered with excitement at the sight of her big firm tits.

Eagerly, he reached for them, sinking his fingers into the soft, supple flesh. Brenda twitched with excitement, his touch setting off a chain reaction of nerve-jangling sensations deep in her tits and cunt.

"You want it, I know you do," he rasped, and he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the next room, laying her on the bed.

"Clint – no! This is wrong!" Brenda said feebly, but already he was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. Brenda held her breath, and when he kicked off his boots and pushed his jeans down his legs, she could hardly believe her eyes. He was, indeed, hung like a horse.

His prick was so long and thick that it made her think of a club. Instinctively, she pressed her thighs close together, protecting them from an onslaught by the murderous-looking prick.