Sally Simpson: With Bobby_s mom

"I'm afraid not, Miss. We'll have to take the boy down to the station." He looked gravely at Bobby, who fidgeted under his scrutiny.

"Officer… it won't happen again, will it, Bobby? We've worked the whole thing out," she insisted, wringing her hands.

Bobby looked down at his feet, then up at the policeman. "I-I'm sorry for what I did. I just went a little crazy. It won't happen again."

"Tell that to Mr. Green."

Bobby swallowed hard, trying to keep his hatred for David from surfacing.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Green," he said, extending his hand.

David shook it, looking curiously at the boy. "Officer, I'm inclined to let the matter rest. I don't think the boy will cause any more problems."

The officer nodded. "Still, I think I should take the gun."

Bobby started to protest, but Brenda gave him a warning glance.

"All right, Officer, if you think it's best," she said.

She saw that he already had it in his car, and she shrugged wearily. Then she put her arm over Bobby's shoulder, and they both turned toward the house. "Now, if you'll excuse us, it's been a very rough evening, and I think we should all try to get some sleep."

"Brenda…" David grabbed her arm, searching her face.

"Later, David. Later," she sighed.

He looked hurt, but Brenda didn't care. She just wanted to be alone with her boy.

When David and the police finally left, she and Bobby went into the house, got undressed and crawled into Brenda's king-sized bed. By this time, the sky had paled at the horizon and the first dew was on the ground.

Brenda put her arms around her boy, prepared to fall into a much deserved sleep, but to her amazement, he nudged her groin with his prick head.

"My God, Bobby! Don't you ever stop?" She giggled.

"Please, Mom," he pleaded, humping up eagerly at her.

She shook her head in disbelief, though she was secretly pleased at the boy's virility.

Right on cue, her pussy began to throb with arousal, churning with fresh hot pussy juice. Brenda spread her legs and grabbed his prick shaft, helping him ease his meaty load inside her pussy.

"Do me good, baby. Do me good," she sighed, opening herself fully to him.

"Good morning, Mom."

Brenda wiped the sleep from her eyes and took a deep, satisfying stretch. "What's this? Breakfast in bed?" Never in his life had Bobby brought her breakfast in bed before. "It looks scrumptious!"

She fluffed up the pillows and propped herself up, placing the breakfast tray on her lap. "You'll join me, won't you?"

He was looking very adorable, his red hair tousled on his forehead, his green eyes clear and eager. Brenda patted a spot next to her on the bed.

"Here, have a bite," she said, cutting a small square of toast and popping it in his mouth.

Then she took a piece herself, realizing all at once how enormously hungry she was.

"You're spoiling me, you know." She giggled, putting another piece of toast in his mouth. Then, before he could reply, she gave him a big juicy kiss on the cheek.

The feel of Bobby's smooth, cool skin against her lips had an instantaneous effect on Brenda. Her cunt went into high gear, the muscles spasming, churning out a steady stream of fuck juices.

But she kept herself under control, displaying her longing only in the sexy way she fed him, her fingers lingering lovingly at his mouth, her lips hovering close to his cheek.

Bobby joined in the charade, and the ordinary motions of consuming the food becoming transformed into sexy foreplay.

By the time Brenda had swallowed the last of her toast and egg, she was aroused beyond endurance, and she knew that Bobby had a full fledged hard-on.

She set the tray aside and turned to her son. "And what's for dessert?"

There was no mistaking the suggestive tone of her voice or her lewd smile.

"This…" Bobby said, leaning over to plant a kiss on her tit.

"Mmmmm." Brenda shivered with pleasure, her nipple hardening at his touch.

"And this…" He moved to her other nipple and sucked it between his lips.

"Oh God, Bobby!" Brenda gasped. She moved her hand under the covers until she found his prick. Not surprisingly, it was as hard as steel, throbbing with passion.

Gently, she began running her fist up and down the shaft, teasing him while he licked and sucked her tits, leaving little red hickeys on the smooth white flesh.

Cunt juice swirled from deep in her pussy, sliding out between her legs onto the sheets. She was ready.

She pulled her nipple out of Bobby's mouth with a popping sound, and then she gently pushed him down, flat on his back, as she straddled his thighs with her knees.

Grabbing his prick firmly at the root, she lined up her drooling pussy with the knob of his cock.

"Aw, Mom!" Bobby groaned, his eyes widening when he saw what she had in mind.

She smiled lewdly at him, swiveling her hips, drawing the rim of her pussy around and around his prick head. She was a terrible tease – slathering the outer edge of her pussy against his prick meat, but never letting him shove his cock up her cunt.

At the same time, she leaned forward, dangling her big, juicy tits in his face, tantalizing him. He craned his neck and sucked one nipple into his mouth, and Brenda shuddered violently, a thick stream of pussy juice spilling onto the boy's groin.

"Aw, Jesus, Bobby!" she gasped, her eyes sliding up between lowered lids so only the whites showed.

Every nerve in her body jangled with sexual tension, and she knew she couldn't put off the moment of truth for very long. Taking a deep breath, she plunged down on him, taking his prick in to the hilt.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" she cried, her ass contracting sharply as thrilling jolts slashed through her body.

The shock of his cock up his mother's tight, steamy fuck hole with such speed caused Bobby to clamp down on Brenda's nipple.

"Aaaaiiiie!" Pain seared through her tit, causing her pussy to churn all the more violently around the boy's prick.

The sudden pain was a good, provoking a surge of crazed energy that had her humping up and down, up and down. No sooner did she draw her sweet, tight pussy up the boy's prick than she slammed it down again, so that her ass cheeks banged against his thighs.

"Shiiiiit!" Bobby gasped. He reached up and sank his fingers into her hips, holding tight as she practically raped him with the force of her fuck strokes.

Within minutes, Brenda got off. Arching her back, her hair steaming down her shoulders, she wailed as a powerful climax thundered through her guts.

Bobby, his prick still hard and throbbing with lust, humped up at her repeatedly, giving her multiple orgasms – one right after the other.

Finally the pangs of excitement began to die down, and Brenda's frenzied movements came to a halt. With bleary eyes and a tired but satisfied smile she looked down at her son with tremendous gratitude.

His cock flinched in her pussy, reminding her that he was still very turned on, and she resolved to give him a come he wouldn't soon forget.

"Close your eyes," she murmured, the hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

"Huh?"

"You heard me – close your eyes, Bobby."

He was so turned on that his balls ached, was mystified and a little impatient, but he did as she demanded.

When Brenda pulled herself off his prick, he groaned with disappointment.

"Don't open your eyes!" she reminded him, trying desperately to hide the laughter in her voice.

She reached for her pussy, and with three fingers scooped up a great clear gob of pussy cream. Then, sliding her hand down to her ass, she shoved the lube into her asshole.

She squirmed as she stuck her fingers up her ass, little ripples of excitement racing up her shit chute.