Sally Simpson - With Bobby_s mom

"To the most beautiful woman in the world," David said, raising his glass in a toast.

Brenda rested her hand on David's thigh and gave it a little squeeze. "You're exaggerating just a little, don't you think?"

David slipped his hand over hers, clasping it and drawing it up to the hard, throbbing cock bulge in the crotch of his pants.

"He never lies," David said, referring to his erect cock.

Brenda blushed. David had never, been so bold in public before. But it was a special occasion – they were at last going to fuck.

Why else had she made such elaborate arrangements to send Bobby off on an overnight camping trip? Why else had she invested in a lacy black bra and panties?

"Oh David…" she sighed, looking up into his smoldering brown eyes.

David pressed his lips to hers and gave her a long, passionate kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips, probing the sweet slick flesh in her mouth.

The thrill of his touch sent a jolt of electricity down Brenda's spine. Her pussy instantly sprang to life, churning with the slick hot fuck juices. She wanted more than ever to return his kiss, to slide her tongue into his mouth, but she was fearful of the prying eyes of the diners at the other tables, and breathlessly, she pulled away from him.

"Not here," she whispered. "My place."

David, breathing hard and flushed with arousal, nodded and motioned to the waitress to bring them the check.

Meanwhile, Brenda sat next to him, trembling with desire. It had been four long years since she'd slept with a man – four long years since her husband Tom had died.

Many men had tried to get in her pants, attracted by her long blonde hair and beautiful body, but she'd never given in, feeling that she would have been betraying Tom's memory.

All those years of yearning and holding back – and tonight she would finally feel the hot, hard bulk of a man's prick in her cunt.

When the bill was paid, David put his arm around her as they walked to car. Before he opened the door, he grabbed her in his arms and kissed her again, pressing his body up against hers, snaking his tongue into her mouth, his hands finding her enormous tits and kneading them.

Brenda groaned with pleasure, her heart pounding in her chest, her nipples pressing against the lace of her bra, creating an unbearable itch of lust.

Through the silky material of her dress, she could feel his prick pulsing against her cunt, and her clit sparked and shuddered as it swelled with blood.

"Oh, David," she sighed as they broke the kiss.

"You feel so good, Brenda," he murmured.

Then he kissed her again, bringing his hand round her side so he could squeeze her left ass cheek.

Again, sharp sensations of pleasure rushed up Brenda's ass, spreading to her cunt and clit.

"Let's go home! I can hardly wait to feel that beautiful body of yours next to mine." The urgency in David's voice thrilled Brenda.

David drove twenty miles over the speed limit on the way to Brenda's home, and the whole way he kept his hand on her thigh, rubbing up and down it, occasionally drawing it close to her panties.

When they finally arrived at Brenda's house, she was so nervous and excited that she fumbled with her keys, dropping them twice. But at last she got the door open and flicked on the hall light.

They were both far too turned on to bother with the preliminaries of small talk and another drink. She led him straight into her bedroom.

When Brenda turned to him, the moonlight streaming through the window caught the silvery gleam of her hair and outlined the deep line of cleavage between her tits.

David's prick lurched in his pants.

"Brenda…" he groaned, reaching for her.

As he kissed her, his hand stole around to the back of her neck and caught hold of the zipper tab in her dress. With a steady downward movement, he unzipped her.

She pulled back from him slightly so he could ease the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms. Then she shimmied, allowing the dress to drop to the floor around her ankles.

He looked her up and down, enthralled by her beauty. She was statuesque, with broad shoulders that perfectly balanced her enormous tits. Yet her tapered waist was so tiny that David could just about get his hands around it. From there, her hips swelled our majestically over long, smooth shapely legs.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," David whispered.

Gently, he unhooked her bra, and with a rasping intake of breath, pulled it off her arms and tits. Even without the sturdy underwiring of her bra, her tits jutted out at him, firm and supple. The areolas were large and pale, the nipples hard.

He took the under swells of her tits in his warm palms, raising them slightly so he could bend down and suck her left nipple into his mouth.

"Ohhhh!" Brenda gasped, shuddering… violently.

She was like a cache of gun powder, and his kiss was the fatal spark. She exploded with passion at the first touch of his lips to her sensitive tit-flesh.

Her clit buzzed with sensation, her hips began to gyrate to a slow seductive rhythm.

David ran his tongue around and around her areola, then began kissing and sucking her sweet white tit-flesh.

She whimpered with pleasure, and a steady stream of cunt juice began drooling from her steamy cunt. Its pungent aroma filled the air.

"Oh God, David!" she gasped, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as he moved to her other tit and began laying it with long, loving strokes of his tongue.

She humped her groin at him, pressing her cunt-muff against the fly of his pants, putting pressure against her clit. But he just buried his face in her cleavage, pressing her tits against the sides of his face.

She could bear it no longer, and even while he gorged himself on the touch and taste of her tit-flesh, she reached down and unfastened the snap of his trousers, then unzipped the fly.

Eager to feel his prick in her hand, she slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of his shorts. The warm rubbery texture of his erect cock thrilled her. The shaft was so long that it had doubled over itself in the crotch of his shorts, and now she unbent it, pulling his cock head up past the waistband of his shorts.

She shivered uncontrollably as she felt the heft of his prick in her hand and saw that it must be nine or ten inches long and nice and thick.

She squirmed, pressing her thighs together hard. Oh, how she wanted that prick jammed into her tight fuckhole.

David raised his head from her tits. When she thrust her hand down his shorts, he nearly came.

"I want you so bad," he groaned. "Let's get on the bed."

Reluctantly, Brenda let go of his prick. It was so erect that the head hammered against his belly.

She climbed on the bed and leaned back on her hands, thrusting out her tits, her legs bent at the knee and wide open, giving him a view of her lace-covered cunt.

David's face was transformed into a mask of lust when he gazed at her half-hidden crotch in the dim light. He could just make out the sweet, petal-like lines of her cunt lips and the silvery threads of her cunt-hair.

Quickly he kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his shorts, his prick swelling even bigger so the head looked like a gigantic purple mushroom.

In seconds, he had tossed aside shirt and tie, and he stood before her naked, his virile masculine figure sending her heart racing and her cunt pumping.

Tom, her husband, had been fair, with very little hair on his chest and a slim, muscular figure. In contrast, David was dark, with a crop of curly black hair on his broad chest and a thick patch of hair at the root of his cock. He worked out strenuously and had muscles to prove it.