Sally Simpson: With Bobby_s mom

Brenda swooned with the thrill of having her boy's lips on her nipple. It had been years since she'd seen him fully naked, and now her imagination ran wild as she imagined what his big prick looked like. Would there be a thick tuft of red hair at the root? Would it have the bullet-shaped head that his father's did?

She licked her lips and shimmied against him, then slipped her hands down to the snap of his jeans and unfastened them.

Bobby shuddered so hard with excitement that he nearly bit into Brenda's nipple.

Anxiously, he reached down to help her. He began pulling his pants down, working them gingerly over his erect prick. When the pants fell down around his ankles, he hauled his prick out of his shorts.

Because his mouth was pressed so tightly to her tit, he was blocking Brenda's view of his prick. But she reached out for it, grasping it at the root and drawing her fist up the shaft and over the head.

"Oh, baby!" she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head.

His prick was unusually big for a boy his age – long and thick enough to give her real pleasure.

"Shit! Oh, God! Mom!" Bobby cried, pulling his mouth from her tits, jerking crazily as she ran her hand up and down his prick. "Stop, Mom! I'm gonna come!"

Brenda did stop, so greedy to feel his prick jammed up her pussy that she dare not get him off with a hand job.

Now she stepped back and looked at him, delighted by the thick white slab of prick meat that lurched at her. The head was bullet-shaped, just as she had imagined.

Bobby smiled lewdly at her as he grabbed his cock roughly at the root and held tight, stopping the flood of jizz that was primed to shoot up the shaft.

His gaze traveled from her beautiful tits with their hard, sharp nipples, down to the slight bulge of her pussy lips in the crotch of her jeans.

With a slow, sexy motion, Brenda unzipped her pants and pulled them over her hips. In her haste to get dressed, she had not put on panties, so a few curls of her blonde pussy-hair peeked out through the half unzipped opening of her fly.

Bobby's prick lurched in his hand. A slender thread of pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit onto the floor.

Brenda gave him a sexy smile and pulled her pants down the rest of the way. Then she kicked off her sandals and stepped out of her jeans.

She stood there motionless, letting him drink in her beauty in the light of the moon.

"God, you're beautiful!" He made a move for her but stumbled, his feet getting caught up in his rumpled pants. A sheepish smile crossed his face and he blushed deeply. Clumsily, he stooped down to unlace his shoes and then get out of his pants.

When he was finished, Brenda reached for his hand and led him outside. In the distance, the lake gleamed in the moonlight, surrounded by tall graceful pine trees.

They walked toward the water, Brenda's high rounded ass swaying sensuously. Bobby's prick bounced before him, so rigid it stood out at a forty-five degree angle from his groin.

Their feet sank into the cool white sand, and then Brenda drew him down on top of her. She shivered slightly as her back and ass sank into the sand, then she pulled him on top of her.

He was breathing hard and trembling violently, and Brenda knew that he was much too turned on to bother with foreplay. So she splayed apart her cunt lips and grabbed his cock, easing the head against her hot, steamy fuck hole.

"Oooooh!" Bobby groaned, his ass muscles flexing hard, his balls drawing up hard against his prick root.

As soon as his prick slid inside her, he came, shooting a tremendous load of thick hot jizz deep in her pussy.

Brenda smoothed her hands over his back and ass, whispering softly to him as he tried to catch his breath.

"I-I'm sorry, Mom," he said at last, unable to look her in the eye.

"For what, darling?"

"For coming so fast."

"You were very excited. It's perfectly natural. Besides, we're going to fuck again, aren't we?"

"You mean it?"

"Of course, darling. In case you didn't notice, your cock's still as hard as a rock."

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"You're the first. The first woman I've ever fucked."

"I know, darling. I know."

She kissed him tenderly on the lips, and she felt his prick give a shudder. Slowly, she began undulating her hips, stirring his prick around and around in her pussy.

Bobby groaned with excitement, making short, quick jabbing motions with his prick.

"Pull out, like this," Brenda said, and grabbing the boy at the waist she slid away from him on the sand until only his prick head remained in her cunt. "Now fuck in, hard!"

Bobby snorted and gasped as he rammed his fucker deep into his mother's pussy. She cried out with pleasure, her pussy muscles contracting around his prick, squeezing it like a vise.

"Ungh, ungh, Mother!" His face screwed up tight, a deep furrow forming between his brow.

For several seconds, he held that position as wave after wave of excitement traveled up his cock. Then, when he felt he was once again in control, he began to withdraw as Brenda had shown him.

"Oh baby. Yes, yes, yessss." Brenda was squirming and humping beneath him, overjoyed at how quickly he learned to give her pleasure.

"Uuuuuugh!" He shifted back, his prick head ramming hard against the end of her cunt tunnel, sending vibrations through the multitude of nerves there.

Now they had fallen into a steady fuck rhythm, Bobby pistoning his prick in and out of his mother's tight, juicy pussy.

Brenda humped up at him, and at the same time touched him lovingly, drawing her fingers through his hair and down his neck.

Then she pulled him down closer to her so she could French kiss him. When she shafted her tongue deep into his sweet mouth, he sucked hard on her tongue, then began slipping his own tongue between her teeth.

She could feel his slender body pulsing with lust, could feel the tension building in his muscles, his balls vibrate. She knew he was close to a climax, and she shaved up at him hard, determined to get off at the same time.

"Uhn, unh, wild!" the boy groaned, his eyes closed tightly as with one last thrust, he shot a wad of cum.

"Oh, baby!" Brenda cried. She slipped her fingers down between their groins and began pressing and squeezing mercilessly on her clit.

At once, a powerful orgasm erupted deep in her pussy. She rolled from side to side, nearly throwing the boy off of her in her shaking, moaning, humping release.

When the last of the tremor passed through her body, Bobby rolled off of her, sighing as his hot young body hit the cool, damp sand.

"Good. So good…" he mumbled.

Brenda rolled onto her side to face him and kissed him gently on the forehead. It was more than good. It was the best climax she'd ever had.

"Mom?"

"Hmmmm?"

"About what happened at the house."

Brenda ran her finger gently down the length of Bobby's hardening prick. "You don't need to apologize, Bobby. I think I understand how you felt."

"H-have you been sleeping with that guy for a long time?"

"Honey, I don't know if you'll believe me, but that was the very first time I've slept with a man since your father died."

Bobby said nothing. His prick was fully erect now, standing tall and virile in his mother's fist.

"I want to please you, Mom – do everything for you that Dad did."

Brenda sighed, a tear, edging out of the corner of her eye. "You do please me, baby. But you please me in your own way. And what would really please me now is to take that big beautiful prick of yours into my mouth."

There was a sharp intake of breath, and Brenda could tell by Bobby's sudden tensing that her suggestion had really turned him on.

Slowly but firmly, she ran her fist from his prick root to his cock head, taking special care to exert pressure on the sensitive rim between head and shaft.