Sally Simpson: With Bobby_s mom

Now his eyes were open, and the first thing he saw were Brenda's sensational tits hovering over his face, the nipples hard and thrusting at him.

"Mmmm," he murmured, reaching out for her. He pulled her down toward him so he could suck a nipple between his lips.

"Oh, David!" Brenda sighed, shuddering as he drew her nipple into his hot wet mouth.

He dug his fingers into her tit-flesh, squeezing and pinching until she was moaning with desire.

"Sweet, sweet baby," she sighed as she slung her thigh over his, maneuvering her body so his leg pressed hard against her cunt.

She grunted as she pushed her wet pussy against him.

"Ooooh, you're really wet!" David gasped, grabbing his prick at the root and drawing it across her belly, leaving a slimy trail of pre-cum there.

Brenda stiffened as he moved his prick head close to her clit. Then she eased up on his thigh, leaving a large enough gap for him to slide his cock-knob up to her fuck hole.

"God, David!" She held her breath, waiting for him to fuck into her.

With a sudden thrust, he pushed his prick deep inside of her, and she gasped with the sweet pleasure of being filled with cock meat.

They were on their sides, facing each other, Brenda's thigh still flung over his.

"Baby, it's so good," Brenda murmured. She pressed her lips to his in a long, sweet kiss.

He responded by slipping his tongue deep into her mouth, probing it to the same rhythm as he was fucking her cunt.

The mattress squeaked as they rolled on the bed together, their fucking growing faster, harder. His hands were all over her, resting now and then on her ass cheeks, squeezing the supple flesh there, now and then probing into the hot, sweaty cleft between her buns.

Brenda pressed her tits into his chest, loving the way her nipples ran across his hairy chest. She was just about to pull him on top of her when the overhead light flicked on.

"Huh?"

They blinked rapidly, squinting against the harsh glare.

"Get your hands off my mother!"

"Bobby!" Brenda stiffened, her whole body seemed to go numb.

There he was, standing in the doorway, his shock of red hair contrasting eerily with his pale skin. He had his father's rifle in his hands, and he was glaring at David, his green eyes flashing.

"You heard me! Get your hands off my mother!" Bobby cocked the rifle.

David pulled his prick free of Brenda's pussy and in an effort to protect her, covered her body with his own.

"No, David! Do as he says!" Brenda was numb with terror, but she knew she had to take control of the situation. She turned to Bobby, her mouth suddenly very dry. "Put the gun down, Bobby! This minute!"

Bobby glared at her, his face so pale that he looked like a zombie. He raised the gun and peered down the barrel, getting David locked into the sights.

"Bobby! No!"

He raised his head and said: "Tell him to leave, Mother. Tell him to get out of your bed, get his pants on and leave!" His voice was steadier, but there was no question he meant business.

Brenda turned to David. "I think you should leave, David. I can handle this. Really."

"I won't leave you, Brenda."

Again, the boy raised the rifle, turning it on David.

Brenda, trying to keep the terror out of her voice said: "Go, David! This is between me and my son!"

David hesitated, but one look at the boy's face convinced him. Hurriedly, he got out of the bed and pulled on his trousers, leaving his shirt and shoes where they lay.

"Listen, son…" he said, approaching Bobby.

"Get outta here, or I'll shoot!"

The hair prickled on the back of David's neck. He gave Brenda a forlorn look, spreading his fingers in a helpless gesture. Then he was gone.

Brenda wrapped the sheet around her and got out of the bed. "Bobby – listen to me…"

"Shut up, you whore!" He shook the gun at her, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Just you shut up?"

As soon as he heard David start his car and drive away, Bobby put the safety back on the rifle. He gave Brenda one last, hateful look and then ran out of her room and out of the house.

"Oh God, what have I done? What have I done?" Brenda cried miserably, fear and shame clutching at her breast.

Hurriedly, she pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt, shuddering as David's jizz flowed from her pussy out into the crotch of the jeans. Then she got in her car, hoping to track the boy down before he did something even more foolish.

For twenty minutes, she cruised the streets of Meadowbrook, frantically searching for her son, but the only people she saw were a couple of men hanging out in front of Casey's Bar and Grill on Main Street.

Defeated, she pulled the car over, pressed her face against the steering wheel and began to cry. Terrible possibilities presented themselves to her. Bobby lying in a ditch somewhere, Bobby making away with himself in some lonely dark corner.

And then it suddenly came to her. Ever since he was a very little boy, Bobby went to the old, deserted Craddock shack by the lake when he wanted to be alone.

"He's got to be there!" Brenda said, hope flooding back.

She started up the car, and in less than five minutes had reached the lake. She grabbed a flashlight from the glove compartment and with its aid, picked her way down the winding path to the shack.

She shone her light through the window and caught him sitting hunched in the corner, crying.

"Poor baby!" she murmured softly, as she opened the door and came toward him.

He stood up, his face contorted with rage, and raised his fists as if to strike her.

But she said, "Bobby, honey! I love you! Don't you know that?"

He slumped against her and buried his face in the warmth of her tit, holding back the sobs.

"It's all right, baby! It's all right!" she cooed, rocking him back and forth.

The tenseness in his muscles relaxed. He put his arms around her and pressed his body hard against hers, allowing her to comfort him.

Brenda was astonished at how big he had grown over the past year. He was nearly her height, and his shoulders and chest had broadened, his arms grown muscular. Somehow she had not noticed how manly he had become.

But what really surprised her was the way he was rubbing his groin against hers. She could feel the hard outline of his prick against her pussy-mound, and she felt a sudden wave of shame and fear pass over her.

The boy was clearly aroused by his close contact with her, and she knew she should let go of him. But on the other hand, if she didn't comfort him, who knew what might happen?

"Mom, oh Mom!" Bobby groaned. He began to swivel his hips in a sexual overture that shocked Brenda.

"Bobby, darling…" She stopped rubbing her hand up and down his back, and tried to look him in the eye.

But he was nuzzling first one tit, then the other. And even though she had on a sweatshirt, she felt quite naked. The worst part was over, she was getting turned on by his attentions.

She found herself grinding her hips in time with his, pressing his hard, throbbing bulk of cock meat into her crotch. "I love you so much!" Bobby groaned as he snaked one hand under her sweatshirt and grabbed onto her smooth tit.

"Bobby!" Brenda gasped. She brought her hand up to slap him, but as his fingers sank into her tit-flesh, she groaned with pleasure, sharp shooting pangs of excitement racing through her tit-moat down into her pussy.

"Oh, God, Mom!" He grabbed her other tit as well, and was kneading and massaging both of them eagerly.

In a turmoil of emotion, Brenda couldn't help herself. She reached down, grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled it over head.

"Oh Christ!" Bobby gasped, his eyes bulging at the sight of so much beautiful tit-flesh. Instantly, he pressed his mouth to her left tit and began sucking.