Sally Simpson - With Bobby_s mom

Brenda sighed with pleasure as she felt the hot thick cum spray into her pussy. She felt a delicious warmth spreading through her body and sighed with contentment.

Gazing up at the sweating, panting man, she smiled at him and ran her finger gently across his sticky brow.

"It was good," she murmured sweetly, but she was already thinking about what she would do when she got Bobby home alone.

Bobby said very little on the way home from the ranch. In a way, Brenda was grateful. So much had happened to her that afternoon – so many long cherished ideas about her son's and her own sexuality had been explored – that she needed to think.

She glanced at the boy. He was sitting very still, watching the sun set over the low western hills. She knew that he was feeling guilty, and more than anything, she wanted to ease his mind.

At last, she laid her hand on top of his thigh and murmured, "Something's on your mind, Bobby. Want to tell me about it?"

He shook himself, as if she had wakened him from a deep sleep.

"Nothing's on my mind," he protested.

Brenda smiled and turned her attention back to the road. "You've grown into a handsome young man, Bobby. Lots and lots of girls must find you attractive."

Bobby shrugged and looked out the window again.

"You know," she continued, "it would be perfectly natural for you to want to fuck them."

Bobby stiffened at the word fuck.

"I just want you to know that it's all right with me if you fuck other girls, Bobby." Now Brenda squeezed the flesh of his thigh and ran her fingers up his crotch. She felt the first stirring of a hard-on.

"You don't really mean that, do you, Mom?" Bobby was suddenly alert, a tremendous urgency in his voice.

"Of course I mean it."

"You-you wouldn't mind if-if…"

"If you fuck someone else? I just said I wouldn't, didn't I? It's perfectly natural, honey. And of course, the same goes for me."

Bobby's brows drew together in a frown. "You want to fuck someone besides me?"

Here it comes, Brenda thought, taking a deep sigh. "Darling, there's no one I'd rather fuck than you. But if you're out fucking other women, you don't expect me to sit home all alone, do you? Besides, making it with other guys will help me to appreciate you that much more."

Bobby stopped to consider this. "But Mom…"

"But nothing," she interrupted. "Bobby, it's not fair for me to keep you all to myself. You have to get out in the world and have lots of different experiences – especially sexual ones. Someday you're going to leave home, get a job, have a family of your own."

"But we'll never stop fucking, will we?"

Brenda smiled. A surge of lust welled up within her. "Of course not, darling. What you and I have together is something very, very special."

"Mom," Bobby said, his voice choking up in his throat. "I want to fuck you right now!"

His prick was fully erect, bulging lewdly in the crotch of his jeans. Brenda ran her palm up and down the hot, pulsing bulge.

"And I want to fuck you, baby!"

"Then stop the car. Pull off the road like you did on the way to the ranch."

For an instant, Brenda was tempted to do just that. Hot cunt juices were flowing in her pussy. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

"Please, Mom!" Bobby reached up toward her tits, seeking the richness of her tit-flesh.

The knot Brenda had tied in the front of her blouse had loosened, and at the first touch of his eager fingers, the blouse came undone.

Brenda's tits came bobbing into view, the nipples taut and distended. At precisely that moment, another car approached them on the other side of the road. The driver, catching a glimpse of Brenda's succulent tits, did a double-take and lost control of his car. With a sickening screeching of his tires, he plowed off the side of the road, landing in a ditch.

"Oh my God!" Brenda gasped, puffing the car off on the shoulder of the road. Hurriedly, she tied her shirt tails together, stuffing her tits back inside. "Poor man! We've got to go help him!"

"Naw! He's okay. Look. He's already out of the car, not a scratch on him."

"But we can't just leave him out here."

Bobby reached over and unsnapped the fly of Brenda's pants. "Sure we can. He'll get a ride. Besides, we have some unfinished business."

"Bobby!" The boy was tugging at the waistband of her pants, and she couldn't control the wild, fluttering excitement in her cunt.

"Unless you want the highway patrol to see me sucking your cunt, you'd better get us outta here, Mom!"

"Ungh, Bobby! Stop that!" Brenda's face turned a bright red. Her breaths came in great, ragged gulps.

Frustrated that he couldn't pull her pants down, Bobby slid two fingers beneath the waistband of her undies and began diddling her clit.

"All right! All right, Bobby!" she gasped, slumping over the steering wheel.

She turned the key in the ignition, and when the car started, eased back onto the highway. In her rear view mirror she could see the man standing by his car, shaking his fist at her.

At first she tried to suppress her giggles, but soon she was laughing out loud, her tits threatening to bob free of her makeshift halter again.

Bobby was tugging at her pants again, and this time, she raised her ass off the car seat so he could pull them and her panties down past her thighs.

Once her delicious cunt was in view, Bobby threw himself on his stomach so he could press his face to her pussy.

Brenda, still giggling, tried to push him away. "Wait till we find a place to stop!" she insisted, but Bobby was far too turned on to heed her.

When his soft, full lips pressed against her sticky cunt lips, she panicked, fearful that he would detect that she'd already had sex that afternoon. But he didn't miss a beat. Spreading her cunt lips wide, he slurped his tongue up her gash, then shoved his tongue deep into her pussy.

"Oh God! Oh God!" she wailed. Instantly, her pussy muscles contracted around his sleek tongue, massaging it as if it were a prick.

Brenda dropped her right hand to the boy's head, grasping at his thick red hair and twining it around her fingers. Through lowered eyelids she could see the road well enough to navigate, her left hand locked firmly to the steering wheel.

As the suction of her cunt increased, Bobby began stabbing his tongue in and out, fucking steadily into her. Her cunt cream, mixed with the jizz of the two men she had fucked that afternoon, had a slightly gamy, musky smell and taste to it, but this only served to turn Bobby on all the more.

"Aw, Christ! Bobby, Bobby – ungh!" Brenda groaned as she squirmed on the car seat, her sweaty thighs sticking to the vinyl. Every now and then, the bridge of Bobby's nose would press against her swollen cunt, sending sharp sensations of pleasure through her cunt and ass. Then her whole body would tremble uncontrollably, and her stomach seemed to jump into her throat.

Meanwhile, Bobby had unzipped his shorts and pulled out his prick. As he licked and laved and jabbed at his mother's pussy, he jacked on his cock furiously. Sometimes, he would strangle the shaft at the neck, so the head mushroomed up even larger than before. Then he would slide his fist down toward the root, twisting it this way and that, putting pressure on his balls.

As he got more and more turned on, his tongue shafted into Brenda's pussy faster and faster. Now and then, he would lose control and let his teeth sink into her soft cunt flesh.

"Aaaaaie!" Brenda yelped when she felt the sharp edge of his teeth.

She tightened her grip on his hair, squirming from ass cheek to ass cheek as she made the rugged climb toward orgasm. Her tits tingled and itched, straining against their confinement in her blouse. Her thighs twitched and her toes curled and uncurled.