Sally Simpson: With Bobby_s mom

Holding her ass checks apart so that her asshole was fully exposed, she once again grabbed Bobby's prick at the root and held it steady, pointing directly at her asshole.

It's now or never, she thought, looking down at the boy's wide, rubbery prick head. She swallowed hard, trying to relax the muscles in her shitter. Then she lowered herself onto his prick.

She almost went unconscious at the sudden invasion of her delicate little shit hole. It had been a long, long time since she'd had a prick flicked up her ass – even her husband hadn't indulged in ass-fucking very much.

Now her ass muscles, strained from the sudden bulk of the boy's burgeoning prick, felt as if they were about to burst at the seams.

"Jee-sus!" Bobby gasped, clasping handfuls of sheet as he pressed up against the unbearably tight walls of his mother's asshole.

"Ungh – you can – ungh – open your eyes now, Bobby!" She could barely get the words out, pangs of pain were shafting through her ass at an alarming rate.

Bobby opened his eyes, and when he saw his mother's ass impaled on his prick, his jaw dropped. "Mom! Are you okay?"

Brenda tried to smile, but the best she could do was a slight twitching of the mouth. Her ass chute was so fully packed that she could feel the outline of her boy's prick against her womb.

"Oh, God, Bobby!" Brenda whimpered. "It's so good, son! God, it's so good?"

Strangely enough, she meant exactly what she said. The pain she was feeling the urgent throbbing of his prick deep in her ass guts was a turn-on.

Her clit, full-blown and pulsing with blood, was vibrating like a tuning fork, and it felt as if her whole body were a molten pool of seething desire.

Very carefully, she began to undulate her hips so his prick pressed roughly against every inch of her ass chute. She winced and moaned, biting her lip as she slowly sped up her fuck moves.

"Jesus? So tight! Ungh! So tight!" Bobby gasped. His ball sac was wrapped snugly around his hard round nuts, and his prick was vibrating almost as rapidly as Brenda's cunt.

Gradually, as the muscles in Brenda's ass relaxed, they became more supple. Like ripples in water, they undulated up and down his shaft, tickling and massaging his prick.

With more confidence, Brenda now, took longer strokes, moving her ass up her boy's cock and then back down, gasping with pleasure when she took him in to the hilt and his rubbery cock head pistoned in as far as it would go.

"Uungh, hungh, huuuungh!" she cried, slamming her ass down against his thighs, her body jarred with the shock waves of the impact.

Bobby was beside himself with pleasure and lust. Not only did his cock feel as if it was squeezed in a velvet vise, but his mother was looking more alluring than ever, her tits bouncing on her chest, her thick blond hair thrashing about her face.

It was more than he could take. Against his will he came to a crisis in minutes, hot jizz forcing its way up his dick tube.

Brenda felt the sudden surge of release in the boy, and a split second later, a powerful load of hot jism shot deep in her ass chute.

"Aaaaaie!" she cried. The silver jism sizzled against her sore and throbbing ass, and in no time at all, she, too, was coming. A gut-wrenching orgasm slammed through her ass, quaking like a volcanic eruption.

So wild was her climax that she reached up and gabbed her tits, raking her long fingernails across the sensitive flesh, leaving long, ugly nail marks.

Her screams of pleasure echoed off the walls, and Bobby, totally spent by the violence of his own orgasm, could only look on in amazement.

Finally, Brenda collapsed on top of him, her sweaty body pressed close to his.

As the minutes passed, Bobby's prick began to soften and shrink, and at last it slipped from Brenda's asshole.

"Uuungghh!" she groaned, shuddering at the withdrawal.

She lifted herself off of Bobby and rolled onto the mattress beside him, fanning her face with her hand.

"It's a good thing I have the night shift at the restaurant this week," she said, glancing at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

Bobby mumbled a muffled reply.

"By the way," she said, turning over on her belly and gently fondling his slick ball sac, "what are you going to do while I'm at work?"

"Probably think about you and jack off!" Bobby said with a smirk.

"Naughty boy! I want you to save all that just for me!" She hoisted herself off the bed and walked toward the door. "I wish I could lie in bed with you all day, but I'd better take a shower and get dressed."

She gave him a sweet, satisfied, smile and padded into the bathroom. Her bones ached, and her ass and thighs were sore from all the fucking she had done, so she turned the hot water spigot all the way to the left.

When steam started escaping from the shower stall, she stepped inside, breathing a great sigh of relief as the hot water worked its magic, soaking into her weary flesh.

With eyes closed, she began to lather the soap over her body, starting with her big tits. She winced as she drew the bar over the scratch marks in her tits, but the warm water and gentle stroking eventually relaxed her, and the pain melted away.

She was in a sweet, dreamy state of mind, the water raining down on her, when she heard the shower door open. She opened her eyes just in time to see Bobby step inside.

"Just thought I'd join you, Mom," he said, a devilishly sexy smile on his face.

Brenda shook her head and smiled wanly. She had had so many orgasms that she was absolutely exhausted. She'd had enough sex for the day, so she sighed with relief when she noticed that the boy's cock was soft and small and very unthreatening.

"Sure, get in close to the water." She moved to the side, allowing some of the hot spray to reach him.

Then, in a very motherly way, she began to lather him up, stroking him across the shoulders and down his back, over his beautiful ass cheeks and down in the crack between.

Bobby stood there, basking in her gently massaging movements. As she moved around to the front and soaped his belly and thighs, she noticed a stirring in his groin.

Gradually his prick was rising, its contours swelling with blood. Immediately Brenda stopped touching him.

"You take over now, baby," she said, handing him the bar of soap.

But instead of continuing to lather himself, Bobby began to lather Brenda. Taking the bar of soap, he slid it up her thigh and in the curly thatch of her pussy-hair.

"Bobby – cut it out!" she said. "I'm all fucked out! I hardly have enough energy to clean myself off."

"Aw, Mom!" Bobby's prick was fully erect now, and it was clear he wanted to fuck her again.

"No!" She turned her back to him and stood under the heavy spray of the shower nozzle, rinsing herself off.

But Bobby wouldn't take no for an answer.

Before Brenda knew what was happening, he had spread her ass cheeks wide and was nudging his prick head past her asshole and up against her pussy.

"Bobby, I thought I told you – ugh!" He rammed his prick halfway up her cunt before she could finish her sentence.

Grabbing onto her slippery waist, he held her as firmly as he could as he fucked in the rest of the way.

"Bobby!"

Now he pulled out, leaving only his prick head punched into her creamy pussy.

Brenda blinked rapidly, her body shivering with the unexpected assault. But she decided that she wouldn't fight him. She would just stand there passively and let him fuck her till he came.

Spreading her feet apart, she balanced herself and thrust her ass at him, waiting for him to come in a second time.

"Umph!" she grunted as he fucked into her. Then he fucked in again and again, setting a steady rhythm of hard, forceful strokes.

"Aw, Mom! Feels so good!" Bobby groaned. He was reaming her out, forcing his long prick all the way up her ravaged pussy.