The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all corners, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
Brenda Hawkins is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
WITH BOBBY'S MOM -- a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"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.
Brenda was beside herself with lust for him. When he climbed on the bed, her pussy spasmed violently, and she felt a sudden lurching in her stomach.
His gaze fixed on her groin, he reached for the waistband of Brenda's panties, and she raised her ass off the bed, making it easier for him.
"Oh baby," he groaned, looking down at her pretty pink pussy. "Let me, baby." He pressed his face between her thighs and kissed the slick flesh of her pussy lips.
"Ooooh!" Brenda gasped, her pussy convulsing as sharp sensations of pleasure raced through it.
He licked again, this time pressing his tongue between the inner lips of her cunt and skewering her gooey pussy slot.
"David!" she cried, slapping the soles of her feet against the mattress.
Now he was pistoning his tongue in and out of her pussy, as if he were fucking it, and she was going mad with excitement. Her cunt muscles pulsed with need, her heart raced with desire.
Now and then he pulled his tongue out of her fuck hole and slid it down the sweet thin slot between her cunt lips. He teased all the way from her throbbing clit to her pretty pink ass hole.
"Aaaahhh!" Brenda cried, the tension in her pussy so intense that she thought she would die if she didn't feel his thick hard prick rammed deep inside.
"Fuck me, David! Fuck me!" she cried, tears starting from her eyes. She was grinding her ass into the bed, humping up at his mouth.
David pulled his face from the sweet, hot depths of her pussy. His prick was drooling a steady stream of clear, sticky pre-cum.
Brenda was gazing at his prick with such longing that David pressed the head right up against her fuck hole.
"Oh, God, yes!" she gasped, trembling with anticipation.
"Ungghh," he groaned, shoving forward.
For a split second, his wide prick head strained at the entrance to her fuck hole, but then it popped inside, and with a long, clean motion, he jammed his prick in tight, till his balls slapped against her ass cheeks.
"Oh, oh, oh, aaaaah!" Brenda cried as her poor needy cunt was filled with hard, throbbing cock meat at last.
Supple pussy muscles spasms and undulated along David's prick, milking and squeezing it, bringing it to a crisis with frightening speed. David grunted tensing all of his muscles as he tried to keep from coming.
But it was no use. He was so turned on that he couldn't hold back the hot, boiling jism surging up from his balls.
"Oh God, Brenda! Brenda!" he cried, shuddering violently as he shot a heavy load of hot cum into her pussy.
His sudden thrust shoved his groin hard against her clit, and that was the final stimulus she needed. A climax raged through her body, searing her nerves, teasing her muscles into wild, jerking motions.
After several moments, David raised his head and looked down at her, a tender smile on his face. "Brenda, baby, I'm sorry I came so soon."
She giggled. "In case you didn't know, I came, too -- hard. Oh, David, it was wonderful. Really wonderful!"
"I'm glad to hear that," he said, winking at her, "because I'm still hard as a rock."
"Ooooh, David!" She clamped him around the neck and kissed him just under the ear. By the way he shivered, she could tell that it was an erogenous zone for him.
Again she kissed him there, and he shivered even more violently, his cock stabbing forward in her cunt. It had been a long time since she'd played love games, but they were all coming back to her now.
She began nibbling at his ear lobe, and with each gentle nip, he flexed his ass muscles, his groin pumping against her sensitive clit.
Now she pointed her tongue and began drawing it around and around the outer curve of his ear, occasionally letting it stray in toward the dark vortex at the center.
"Oh God, Brenda!" David gasped, his face screwing up into a tight grimace of lust.
Brenda undulating her hips in a circular motion, rubbing her thighs against his, stirring his prick around inside her hot, wet cunt.
"Ungh!" he grunted, pulling his prick halfway out of her pussy.
She stabbed her tongue deep into his ear and with a cry of need, he rammed forward, shafting his prick to the hilt in her cunt.
Wave after wave of pleasure broke over Brenda's body. She dug her fingernails deep into the small of David's back, her whimpering groans of pleasure echoing down into his ear.
As the pressure built in his balls, he began a steady fuck rhythm, pistoning in and out of her pussy, dragging his groin across her throbbing clit. His hands were everywhere -- running down her smooth legs, over her hips, and up her waist.
Meanwhile, Brenda had pulled her tongue from her lover's ear and was swabbing his neck and the hollow of his shoulder with it, scooping up his salty sweat.
Suddenly, David grabbed her about the waist, and with a great heaving motion, rolled onto his back, so that she was lying on top of him, his cock still rammed up her pussy.
Brenda loved this fuck position, it allowed her to control the depth of each fuck stroke and the pressure brought to bear on her super-sensitive clit.
She brought her legs forward and bent them at the knees so she was sitting on David, her thighs straddling his hips. She could feel his prick poking deep in her pussy, pressing against the entrance to her womb.
Slowly, she began rotating her hips, sighing and groaning as she felt his thick prick head scraping against the delicate tissues of her pussy.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" David groaned, his eyes little slits of lust, his mouth set into a snarl of lust.
"Fuck me, David! Fuck me!" she cried, rocking forward and back, her head thrown back, her long blonde hair brushing her ass.
And fuck her he did. As she rode him, sliding her pussy up and down his fuck pole, he thrust up at her, jabbing her so deep she cried out in a crazy mix of pleasure and pain.
The sweet sensual sounds of thighs slapping together, of husky voices crying out pleasures and needs, filled the room.
Brenda was so wild with passion that she felt as if she'd been transported to another dimension. She thrashed her head from side to side, swearing and whimpering and calling out David's name.
Her cunt spurned uncontrollably, and her thighs shuddered as the tension of an approaching climax stretched her nerves to the breaking point.
And then it happened. A great whirling surge of sensation exploded deep in her cunt and spread rapidly through the rest of her body, bringing release and an exhilarating rush of pleasure.
"I'm comiing!" Brenda cried, tears of joy running down her cheeks.
"Baby, baby -- aaaugh!" David bellowed as he shot into her and filled her full of jizz.
Groggy and sated, Brenda shook her ass, expelling his softening prick from her pussy. Then she slid down beside him, kissing him gently on the cheek.
"Let's sleep for a while," she murmured.
Chapter Two
Brenda woke with a start, her heart racing. Had she heard foot steps in the house? She cocked an ear, waiting for a sound. But none came, and when she felt David lying next to her, breathing calmly, she smiled with relief.
It had been years since she felt so good -- so satisfied. There was a delightful tingling in her cunt and a delicious soreness in her thighs from all the fucking they'd done.
Memories of the way he had rammed his prick in deep came flooding back to her, and she shuddered with pleasure.
"Sweetheart," she murmured as she drew her fingers gently through his hair.
He stirred, mumbling her name in his sleep. She leaned over him, her soft blonde hair brushing his cheek.
"Hmmmmph, hmph!" His eye lids moved rapidly, and he turned on his side.
Brenda giggled and kissed him on the nose, then on his cheek and neck. To her delight, his cock rose to full erection, tenting the sheet.
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.
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.
Chapter Three
"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.
"Ungh! Umph!" He ground his ass into the sand, his legs trembling with excitement.
Again, Brenda stroked his cock, continuing her hand job till she felt his whole cock vibrating with arousal. Then, when she judged the time was right, she lowered her face over his smooth, shiny cock-knob and ovaled her lips.
"Mmmmmm, you look delicious!" she sighed, and in a flash, she took his prick head into her mouth, bathing it in warm saliva, petting it with long, sensuous strokes of her tongue.
"Aaaaah! Mom! God!" Bobby tensed, his legs stiffening, his toes curling. As the pressure mounted, he dragged his fingernails through the sand, leaving deep grooves.
The heavy, rubbery feel of Bobby's prick head in her mouth really turned Brenda on. Eagerly, she rolled her son's knob around her tongue, now and then stabbing into his piss-slit and eliciting a little yelp of excitement from him.
Then she loosened her throat muscles and angled her head and neck so she could take his whole prick into her mouth, deep-throating it with a marvelous skill she had not lost over the years.
"Ungh! Shit!" Bobby cried.
Her throat muscles clamped around his prick, squeezing tight and then undulating up and down, like a supple pussy.
Brenda loved sucking prick. The more she squeezed and milked her boy's thick fucker, the more her clit began to pound with arousal.
"Mom, oh Mom!" Bobby groaned. He slammed his feet against the sand, shifting his weight from ass cheek to ass cheek as sexual tension built in his balls.
Now Brenda began to kiss the back on his cock, drawing her throat and mouth away from his balls. She loved the slick feel of his prick shaft sliding up her throat, nudging her tonsils. As it emerged from between her lips, it glistened lewdly in the moonlight.
Finally, only his prick head remained in her mouth, its bulk weighing delightfully on her tongue. Brenda again began to play with it, stabbing it, then sucking and laying it.
"Oh Christ, oh Christ!"
The way Bobby was humping and crying out, Brenda knew his climax was close at hand, so she pounced on the whole prick again, taking it down into her throat, squeezing hard, and then pulling her mouth back up toward his prick head.
She did this three times and started on the fourth. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Bobby cried. With a tremendous thrust, he rammed his fucker down her throat, squirting her full of hot cum.
Though she had been expecting it, his violent orgasm threw Brenda off balance. She coughed and spluttered and his prick shook up against the roof of her mouth. It was shrinking, slinking its way back up her throat, touching on a thousand sensitive nerve endings, until at last she let the head slip from her mouth.
"Such a wonderful cock," Brenda murmured as she gazed down at her son. Before her eyes, his prick shrank and softened until it lay small and shriveled on his ball sac. Bobby's eyes were still closed, his face swollen and strained.
Lovingly, Brenda ran her fingers through his unruly hair, soothing him, and in less than five minutes, he was fast asleep.
Brenda, hot as a bitch in heat, lay back on the sand, trying to cool off. There was a gnawing itch of lust deep in her cunt that she was trying to ignore.
But in spite of her resolve, her aching clit kept her attention fixed firmly on her pussy. Visions of her boy's hard prick intruded on her brain. At last, she sighed to herself, deciding to indulge in the pastime that had helped her survive the past four years without men.
She spread her pussy lips wide and ran her finger down her gooey slot, gasping with pleasure as her cunt muscles tensed with excitement.
Next, she sought out her hard nub of a clit, and as soon as she touched it, she began twisting and smashing it.
She shuddered violently. A thousand pinpricks of pleasure raced through her clit.
She slipped her index finger against her cunt hole and began running it around and around the rim, evoking delicate, tickling sensations that had her moaning and rolling back and forth on the sand.
When she could stand it no longer, she jabbed her finger deep into her pussy.
Hastily she began sawing her finger in and out of her pussy, working up a rich foam of cunt juice. Her tits ached with arousal, her toes pointed out straight, her nipples jabbed straight up at the stars, long and stiff.
"Ungh, fuck! Fuck!" she gasped as her pussy muscles contracted around her intruding finger.
She needed more bulk thrust into her spasms big cunt so she jabbed yet another finger inside. With overpowering need, she shoved two fingers in deep, and the result was breathtaking.
Every nerve in her pussy erupted with sensation, and in less than ten seconds, she had propelled herself into a mind-boggling climax.
"Oh, oh, oooooh!" she cried, tears pouring down her cheeks. It was a short, intense burst of relief, and shook her to her marrow.
Almost immediately, she went limp as a rag doll, her legs splayed obscenely in the sand. She thought that she couldn't move even if her life depended on it, and before long, she drifted off into a deep, satisfying sleep.
"Bobby? Bobby?" When Brenda woke up, the first thing she did was reach out for Bobby. As soon as her hand met the reassuring warmth of his smooth skin, her fear dissolved.
"Mom," he moaned, barely able to arouse himself.
"Bobby, we'd better get back to the house before somebody comes by and sees us."
"Bobby, honey, did you hear me?" She began to shake him out of his stupor.
At last he opened his eyes and sat up, yawning. He eyed her big, bouncing tits and her sand caked thighs and smiled lazily.
"You're the greatest, Mom," he said, hugging her and kissing her on the lips.
"Hell, I know that!" she laughed, feeling on top of the world.
Though a powerful charge of sexuality was still operating between them, they knew it was dangerous to stay on the beach much longer, so at last they managed to get up and make their way back to the shack. They put on their clothes and arm in arm walked to Brenda's car.
As they were driving back to the house, Bobby put his hand on his mother's knee and said, "This hasn't all been a dream, has it?"
She put her hand on top of his. "No, baby. You and I really and truly fucked our brains out on the beach!"
Bobby smiled and pinched her gently. Then, in a more serious tone he added, "But -- what I mean is -- this isn't the only time is it? We'll fuck again, won't we?"
"Bobby, honey, we're going to be fucking and sucking each other for a long, long time!"
His face cracked into a big grin, and he boldly slid his hand up to her crotch and began scratching at her cunt through the denim of her pants.
"Ooooh, you little devil!" she giggled, sliding back in her seat to give him easier access.
They were still fooling around when they pulled onto their street, but when they approached the house, Brenda suddenly sat up straight, going very pale. She pulled Bobby's hand away from her cunt and ran her fingers through the hair, shaking lose the sand in it.
There was a police car parked in the driveway, and Brenda knew that David must have gone to them with the hair-raising tale of his encounter with Bobby.
She parked the car and composed herself as best she could, knowing that everything depended on it. Then she and Bobby got out.
David and a tall, gray-haired policeman emerged from the police car, obviously relieved to see Bobby and her.
"Brenda! Thank God!" David exclaimed, coming toward her. He took her in his arms so passionately that he didn't notice how stiffly she responded to him.
Bobby hung back, an ugly look on his face. "Are you all right ma'am?" the police officer asked, drawing closer.
"Yes -- perfectly all right, Officer. We had a little misunderstanding earlier. But that's all over now."
"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.
Chapter Four
"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.
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.
It didn't take long for him to reach his peak, and as he gasped with release, Brenda held on tight to the water spigots, afraid that she would slip and fall.
Breathing hard, Bobby pulled his dripping prick out of her pussy.
"Sorry you didn't come, Mom," he said, hanging his head.
She giggled softly. "Oh, but I did."
And she had. At the very last moment, just when he dumped a load of jizz into her, her cunt had erupted with quick, intense climax.
But now she felt totally used up, and as she dragged herself out of the shower, she turned to Bobby and said, "You're such a stud, I'm going to have to go back to sleep just to recover from your cock."
"Can I join you?" he asked with a mischievous smile.
Chapter Five
"Two burgers, a chili, and three Buds. That right?"
"Sure is, pretty lady," the man said, eyeing Brenda lewdly. "Ya know, you're just about the juiciest piece of ass I've seen in months!" He reached over and pinched her roughly on her ass.
"Please!" Brenda gasped. She jumped out of his grasp, but not before he had bruised her delicate skin.
"Just showin' my admiration," the man said, and his two friends laughed.
Fuming, Brenda marched away. She was used to getting attention from the truckers who stopped in at the restaurant -- even some fresh remarks -- but these guys were way out of bounds. They looked like real outlaws, too, with their dirty, unkempt clothes and the shifty look in their eyes.
She shuddered, dismissing them from her mind as she picked up an order of eggs and toast and set it on the counter for Slim Brenner.
"Those guys bother you again, and I'll show 'em the door," Slim said.
"Oh, I don't think they mean any real harm, but they are pretty rowdy," Brenda said, smiling at him.
For three years he'd been coming to the truck stop on his runs, and Slim always had a kind word for Brenda. The way he looked at her, she knew he wanted to fuck her. But still, he always acted like a gentleman.
"You're looking real pretty tonight," he said. "Change your hair or something?"
"No," Brenda said, patting his hand in a friendly way. "Same as usual. But I am feeling really terrific."
He had been the fourth person that evening to mention how especially nice she looked and only she knew the extra color in her cheeks and the little bounce in her walk was due to the wild fuck sessions she'd been enjoying with her boy.
When the order for the corner table was ready. Brenda picked it up and in as businesslike a way as she could, she set the plates on the table and turned to leave. But the once again, the bearded man interfered, grabbing her by the wrist.
"What time do you get off tonight, sugar?"
"Late!" she said, setting her jaw.
"Hell, we can wait, can't we, Bo?"
In answer, Bo reached over, lifted the hem of Brenda's waitress uniform and peeked up at her panties.
"Stop that!" she cried.
Bo gave her a lewd smile and let her dress drop back into place.
This was too much for Slim. He got up from his stool at the counter and strode to the corner table, curling his hands in fists.
"I think you should apologize to the lady." Bo looked him up and down and gave him a sneer. "Hell no!"
Slim grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of his seat, but Bo was ready for him, and with devastating force, landed an undercut to his jaw.
Slim sprawled on the floor, knocking his head hard.
"Oh my God!" Brenda cried. She knelt down beside him, gently slapping his cheeks to bring him around.
Bo looked at his two friends and said: "Hell, let's get out of here. I don't want to eat this crap anyway!"
Contemptuously, he threw his hamburger and fries on the floor, and walked out the door, the others following him.
Brenda was sobbing as she cradled Slim's bleeding head in her lap. Billy, the cook, was already on the phone, calling for an ambulance. There were no other customers in the restaurant.
By the time the ambulance came and went, it was nearly midnight. Brenda, heartsick, intended to follow Slim to the hospital.
She walked out to the parking lot. It was dark and deserted, and she felt vaguely afraid. When she bent to put her key in the lock, a rough hand covered her mouth, and another grabbed her around the tits.
She tried to scream, but no sound escaped.
Kicking and screaming, she was dragged to a truck parked in the shadow of a stand of willows.
She could see now, in the dim light of a distant street lamp, that her kidnappers were the three men in the restaurant who had insulted her and beaten Slim.
The blond one with the beard opened the back of the truck end the other two threw her inside. Bo and a hulking man with a scar on his cheek and long, greasy black hair, got in behind her. The blond man locked them in.
Brenda was terrified. There was no doubt in her mind that they were going to rape her, perhaps even kill her. Her eyes darted about the truck, trying to discover an escape route.
"Well, well, well..." the tall man with the greasy hair said, approaching her. "Ain't you a sight for sore eyes."
"Heeeelp!" she screamed. She lunged for the back door and started hammering on it with her fists, but he tackled her, hard.
He had her pinned so she couldn't move. She could feel his hot rancid breath on the back of her neck, could feel his heavy limbs pressing into her thighs.
Roughly, he unzipped the back of her uniform, and pulled so hard on her bra strap that it broke. Then he pulled down her panties.
"Shiiit! Ain't that pretty!" he said, gazing down at her cunt lips.
"Hold it, Joe! Keep that slimy prick of yours out of her pussy! You know Dan gets it first!"
"Fuck Dan!" Joe rasped.
At just that moment, the truck started with a jerk, moving north onto Ash Street.
Brenda nearly fainted when she heard the rasp of another zipper -- undoubtedly the fly in Joe's pants.
"Ungh!" she grunted. He pressed his prick head against her defenseless pussy.
"Mmmm, nice and tight and warm," Joe murmured. Then he spit into his hands and rubbed the spit on his prick shaft, and before Brenda knew what was happening, he moved his prick head down to her asshole and fucked in nearly two inches up her dry ass.
"Aaaaauugh!" she screamed. The pain was terrible. The man's prick was thick, and she was certain it was going to rip her guts apart.
"That's it, you stupid bitch? Take it up your ass!" he grunted, slapping her ass hard.
Brenda blacked out for several seconds, and when she came to, he was fucking in and out of her asshole, reaming her out mercilessly.
God, let him come, please let him come! Brenda thought silently, her ass jolting with pain. Every stroke was pushing her body into the rough floor of the truck, dragging her cunt-mound.
Then to her surprise and dismay, her clit sparked to life, burgeoning with excitement. It was impossible -- the most filthy of men was brutally raping her ass, and her clit was fully aroused, sinking with excitement as it thumped against the floor.
"No, no, nooo!" she cried, rapping her fists against the floor, but he kept fucking into her with his wide cock, stretching the delicate tissues of her ass chute to the breaking point.
"Take it, bitch!" Joe growled, and then all of a sudden, he arched his back, his face screwing up tight, as he let out an unworldly howl of release.
"Nooooo!" Brenda cried. Hot jizz sizzled up her ass and at the same time, a wild, convulsive orgasm shafted through her clit and pussy.
Tears poured down her face. It was bad enough being raped, but she was angry with herself for having derived pleasure from it.
"I-I -- hate you, you son of a bitch!" she spat, trying to pull free of him.
This struck Joe as funny, and he laughed, slapping her hard across the ass as his prick, now small and sodden, slipped from her hole.
Roughly, he turned her over, and he and Bo both looked down in admiration at her beautiful tits, now slightly red and bruised from being dragged across the floor.
Suddenly, the truck came to a halt. "Let go of me!" Brenda cried, and somehow, she managed to wriggle free, grabbing her waitress uniform and holding it over her tits as she crawled into a corner of the truck.
Moments later, the back door opened, and Dan stood there, grinning at the three of them. Brenda tried to bolt out past him.
"Whoa, there!" he laughed, catching her roughly and throwing her back into the truck. "We got us a wild one, don't we?"
He was staring at her big, bouncing tits and the silvery hair of her pussy. Suddenly his eyes narrowed. "One of you fuck her?"
Joe looked down. "Naw, we were just having a little fun, but we ain't fucked her. She's all yours."
Dan's face softened. "Well, you sure are a pretty bitch, ain't you?" He looked her up and down. "Stand up!"
She didn't respond, but just crossed her arms over her tits and pressed her thighs together tight, so he couldn't see up her pussy.
"I said, stand up!" He walked over to her and slapped her hard across the face.
She groaned, and tears started down her cheeks, but she did not move.
"You need a little discipline, don't you?" He slapped her other cheek, harder this time.
"Oooof!" The pain in her cheek, coupled with the pain in her ass, was killing her.
They're going to have their way anyway, she thought, so why let him go on beating me up? Wearily, she got to her feet, dropping her arms to her side, and uncovering her tits.
"My, my, my..." Dan said, approaching her. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. Then he kissed her, and when she tried to pull her face away, he slapped her again.
He smelled of sweat and beer, and her stomach turned as he kissed her again.
"Nice fucking tits!" he grunted when he broke the kiss. He grabbed her tits and began kneading them roughly, gouging them with his dirty, broken fingernails.
"Ungh, no!" Brenda cried, pulling away from him.
But it was no good. All she did was hurt her tits more by trying to pull away. And what was even more humiliating, she felt the first stirrings of excitement deep in her cunt. Her nipples had already grown hard and pointy, and pussy cream was gushing from between her cunt lips.
"You like this, don't you, cunt?" He dug his nails into her tits even harder, and she whimpered and groaned. But she felt her clit emerging from its protective sheath, felt her pussy muscles spasming violently.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded. As if hypnotized, Brenda did exactly what he demanded. She got on her hands and knees.
Dan stripped out of his shoes and pants and dropped down behind her.
She tensed, wondering if he were going to fuck her up the ass. When he pressed his prick head up against her cunt, she actually felt some relief.
In a small, little-girl voice she said: "Please, don't do this to me. I'm a mother, I'm a..."
"And that makes, me a motherfucker!" Dan said, laughing at his own joke. The others laughed as well, and without warning, Dan fucked his prick into Brenda's pussy. "Ungh!" she groaned. His prick was relatively short and slim, and shafted in with ease.
"Nice, ungh, cunt!" Dan panted, reaching around her back and grabbing her tits, squeezing them hard as he stirred his prick around her cunt.
Brenda closed her eyes, trying to block it all out, but she couldn't help feeling the slow, grasping motions of her cunt or the sharp, tingling sensations in her nipples and clit.
She used all of her self-control to keep her cunt still, not wanting the men to know that she was enjoying their filthy cocks.
Now Bo unzipped his pants and pushed them down his hips. He wasn't wearing shorts, and once his prick was free of the confines of his pants, it stuck out nearly a foot.
Brenda swallowed hard, afraid of what was next.
He dropped down in front of her on his knees, so his prick head bobbed right in front of her face.
"Suck me!" he commanded.
At the same moment, Dan withdrew his prick and jabbed it back in her pussy.
"Hungh-ungh!" Brenda grunted, her body shaking uncontrollably as her pussy muscles spasmed around his invading prick.
"Suck, woman!" Bo grabbed her by her hair and forced her lips against his long cock.
Brenda closed her eyes and ovaled her lips, hating herself for doing as he asked.
"Oooomph!" His prick slid into her mouth, the wide head pressing up against her tonsils, exerting pressure at the back of her throat.
"Suck!" Bo said again, pulling hard on her hair.
Brenda winced in pain and began sucking for all she was worth. Bo groaned and gasped and wriggled his ass as she worked magic on his prick.
Meanwhile, Dan was still fucking into her hot little cunt, and every time he jabbed inside, he forced her mouth farther down Bo's prick.
She was filled up with cock meat, strained to the limit. Her face turned beet-red as she struggled to breathe. And then she somehow maneuvered herself, relaxing throat muscles and arching her neck, so that Bo's cock head sped down past her tonsils and into her sweet, supple throat.
"Aw, shit! This bitch can suck!" he gasped, shuddering with pleasure as her throat muscles began to clench his big prick.
All Brenda wanted now was to get both men off. She figured that the sooner she did that, the sooner they would stop torturing her. She bucked back at Dan, taking his prick deep into her pussy and squeezing it with the vise like grip of her pussy muscles, only to loosen up and begin the soft undulations that drove him wild.
"Ummmph! Umph!" he gasped, his eyes rolling in their sockets as he got closer and closer to a climax.
Bo was not far behind him. As Brenda sucked and licked and squeezed his long prick, he began fondling his balls, holding them in his palm and squeezing softly.
His mouth became slick, his eyes, little slits of lust. Sweat flowed down his forehead. Now and then, Brenda looked up at him beneath lowered lashes, and she shuddered at his wild, dirty appearance.
Yet each time she did this, she felt a savage jolt of lust bolt through her pussy, and she squeezed extra hard around Dan's prick.
In spite of herself she was really getting into cock sucking, and with superb timing, she would let up on Bo's prick allowing it to slip up her throat, only to pounce on it again. She needed no coaxing from him now, so he loosened his grip on her hair.
She was sucking and fucking with tremendous passion. Her body was coated with sweat, her ass moving non-stop in a sexual gyration that had Dan out of his mind with lust. His fuck strokes were getting harder and faster. His fingernails were digging deeper into her tit-flesh.
"Aaaaah!" Dan cried, nearly yanking her tits off as he came.
The sudden thrust sent Brenda's lips careening all the way down Bo's prick, so she deep throated him again, her nose sticking in the scruffy brush of his cock-bush.
"Aw shit! Shiiit!" Bo bellowed, and he dumped a heavy load of jizz into Brenda's belly.
The men pulled their pricks from cunt and mouth, woozy with the power of their climaxes. It might have been a good time for Brenda to try for an escape, but she lay on the floor, as woozy and drained as they were. Now and then her legs trembled and her face twitched as the last of her climaxes washed over her.
She was fucked out. In spite of herself she had come and come and come, and her pussy was even now pumping out a thick load of pungent cunt cum.
This fact was not lost on Joe, who was once again the proud owner of a hard-on. He walked over to where Brenda was lying, and before she knew what was happening, he mounted her, sticking his enormous prick deep into her cunt.
"Ungh, no!" she said weakly, looking up at him with bleary eyes.
"Yessss!" he hissed, and he began fucking into her without delay.
Brenda seesawed in and out of consciousness, and each time she came to, she felt his thick prick head pounding at the very end of her cunt tunnel, sending a shattering series of thrills through her guts.
"No, no, no!" she groaned over and over, thrashing her head from side to side. He was going to make her come again, and it was the last thing she wanted from these filthy pigs.
But Joe was relentless. In and out he fucked his enormous cock, stirring up her cunt juices, sending overwhelming pangs of pleasure through her pussy and up her spine.
"Annie!" Brenda cried, pounding futilely at his chest with her little fists.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Joe cried at last, heaving into her, dumping a load of cum.
Brenda began sobbing as her orgasm ripped through her, giving her the searing pleasure that only a thick, powerful cock could bring her.
When Joe got up, wiping his prick with his shirt tail, he looked down at her, and shook his head in amazement. "You're a great fuck! Too bad we can't take you with us!"
By now, Dan and Bo had hitched up their pants and put on their shoes.
"What are we gonna do with her?" Bo asked.
"Leave her here," Dan answered.
"But if she goes to the police..."
"She won't go to the police, cause if she does..." He pantomimed the action of a knife slitting a throat, and Brenda shuddered.
They didn't have to worry. She was ashamed and humiliated about her own behavior, she'd never tell. "Please -- I promise I won't tell anyone. Just-just let me go."
They opened the back of the truck, and pushed her out, then threw her uniform shoes after her. Her stockings had been ripped to shreds.
Then Dan climbed into the truck and started it and they drove away.
Brenda was too stunned to cry. She was beginning to feel all the aches and pains from their brutal treatment, and slowly and painfully she slipped into her uniform and shoes.
It was very dark, but she managed to make out several lights in the distance, and when she approached them, she realized she was on Concord Street. It was less than a mile back to the restaurant, and she decided she'd walk back and get the car. No one must know what had happened to her.
Chapter Six
Wincing with pain, Brenda undressed herself in the dark and slid very quietly into bed. Bobby was fast asleep. Her whole body ached -- especially her ravaged pussy and ass -- and she was sure she would lie awake all night, reliving the horror of the rape.
But in minutes, a heavy sleep overcame her, and she descended into a deep, calming well of silence. The next thing she knew, bright sunshine was coming in through the window. Bobby had drawn aside the covers and was gazing down at her bruised body, his forehead drawn together in a frown.
She stirred, and their eyes met.
"What happened?" Bobby demanded.
Brenda looked down numbly at the black and blue marks on her tits and thighs. Suddenly, the events of the night before flashed through her mind, and she had to use all of her self-control to keep from whimpering with remembered humiliation.
Bobby was waiting for an answer. She groped for some story that might ring true.
"I -- uh -- I had an accident on Pete Jenkins' motorcycle last night. You remember Pete, don't you?" Bobby shook his head, but Brenda continued. "Anyway, Pete stopped by last night with a brand new bike. Big engine. Lotsa power. Took me for a ride on it when I got off work." She looked closely at Bobby to see if he was buying it. "He went too fast, and we, uh, had a little accident. I got thrown into a ditch."
"Mom!" Bobby drew closer, concern written all over his face. Gingerly he reached out and touched the bruise just above Brenda's right nipple.
She winced, then smiled bravely. "I-I'll be all right, honey."
Bobby leaned over her and planted a gentle kiss on the bruise. "You used to do that for me when I hurt myself," he said.
A few bright tears started at the corners of Brenda's eyes. What a sweet boy he was!
"Is there anything I can do for you, Mom?"
"Well, let's see," she said, smiling at him. "You could draw me a nice warm bath, so I can soak away some of these aches and pain."
He was up and out of bed in a flash. In seconds, Brenda could hear the water splashing into the tub. And not a moment too soon, she thought. If he had kept kissing her, he could have smelled the sweat and jism and cunt cream that had dried on her from the night before.
She ran a hand experimentally between her cunt lips and up through her bush. Her pussy hair was matted with dried, flaky fuck juice, and her cunt flesh was sore and swollen. Even so, as soon as her finger pressed up against her clit, she felt an instantaneous surge of arousal.
A slave to her own irresistible desires, she pressed down once again on her clit, and a sharp stab of pleasure shot through her cunt.
"Uuuuuugh!" she groaned, closing her eyes, reliving in her mind the way the men had raped her, stabbing their thick, hard cocks into her cunt and ass and mouth.
Her pussy began to writhe with excitement, hot, bubbling pussy cream filling it, and she knew she'd have to bring herself off hard and fast before Bobby came back into the room.
She thrust first one, then two fingers up her cunt and began pistoning them in and out, panting softly as her lust built and built.
With her other hand, she rhythmically stroked her clit, teasing it to full, bloated arousal. It throbbed to the beat of her heart and was so sensitive that the slightest touch had her rolling on her ass, gasping with pleasure.
Within moments, she was on the verge of orgasm, and it was the sudden sensation of the water splashing into the tub and the certainty that Bobby would soon be returning that finally pushed Brenda over the edge.
"Aaaiiiie!" she cried as a great rush of pleasure washed over her.
She collapsed back onto the bed, the sudden release robbing her of her last ounce of energy.
A moment later, Bobby waked into the room, and Brenda slid her hand away from her pussy. She was deeply flushed and breathing hard.
"Your bath's ready," he said, eyeing her curiously.
She rubbed her eyes, catching the slightest whiff of pussy juice on her hand. "Thanks darling." Stretching, she stood up slowly.
Even bruised and battered, her naked body aroused Bobby. He looked her up and down, his gaze catching for a moment on a sparkling drop of pussy cream that hung from her cunt.
He led her to the bathroom, and as he walked before her, she watched with a combination of appreciation and lust as his firm, muscular ass cheeks moved.
Steam was rising from the tub. She stuck her toe in, checking for temperature. It was very warm, but that was how she liked it.
Slowly, she lowered herself into the tub, Bobby watching her every move.
"How is it?" he asked anxiously.
"Wonderful!" Brenda sighed. "The only thing I need now is just a little bath oil."
"You mean these?" Bobby picked up a clear plastic box filled with translucent colored balls.
"Yes, darling. Give me the green one." Bobby pulled one of the balls from the box and handed it to his mother. She let it drop into the water, and instantly it began to melt, releasing a strong, heady jasmine scent.
"Aaaaaah!" she sighed, closing her eyes and letting the heavenly aroma slide up her nostrils.
The odor had an effect on Bobby, too. He knelt down beside the tub and leaned over the fragrant water, breathing in the flowery scent.
He dipped his hand into the water and drew his fingers through it gently, creating little waves that lapped up around his mother's big tits.
"Mmmmm, that feels so nice," Brenda murmured, her eyelashes fluttering.
Encouraged, Bobby drew his hand up to his mother's tit. The bath bead had given the surface of the water a slick, oily film that clung to her smooth skin.
Bobby simply couldn't help himself. He rubbed his palm back and forth over her tit, loving the way the oil allowed his hand to move so easily over her flesh.
"Oooooh, Bobby, honey," Brenda sighed, opening her eyes. "That feels so gooooood!"
Bobby splashed her other tit, coating it with the sweet jasmine oil. Now he ran his fingers across the newly anointed flesh, groaning with arousal.
Brenda's nipples had grown long and hard. Playfully, Bobby grabbed them between his thumbs and index fingers and twisted them.
"Bobby!" Brenda gasped. She humped up at him, and her ass slid a few inches down the tub toward the spigot.
He twisted her nipples again and again, causing her to groan and hump some more. Pussy cream escaped from her cunt and floated to the surface of the water, blending with the jasmine oil and adding to its aroma.
Brenda wiggled her toes and slid from ass cheek to ass cheek. More pussy cream floated to the surface of the water. The heat was soaking into her bones and muscles, relaxing them, and the muscles in her pussy were tensing. Her boy's sweet, gentle touch was arousing her once again.
She craned her neck so she could see his crotch. Sure enough, his prick was fully erect, the balls pulled up tight under his cock root, as round and purple as a plum.
She pulled her hand from the water, and dripping wet, grabbed Bobby's prick at the root.
"Mom!" Bobby gasped, taken completely by surprise.
Brenda giggled softly, shimmying as the hot bath water seeped into her pussy. Lovingly she began jacking on her boy's prick, bringing her fist up over the wide prick head, then down to the root.
Bobby shuddered violently, his fingernails gouging Brenda's tender nipples.
"Huuuungh!" she groaned, as a twinge of excitement raced down her tits and settled in her churning cunt.
"Baby, ungh, I don't know, ungh, how much longer I can take this!" Her clit was vibrating with lust, her pulse was pounding in her chest.
"Let's fuck, Mom!" Bobby gasped. A stream of clear slick pre-cum slid from his piss-slit over Brenda's knuckles.
"Oh yes, baby!" Brenda let go of his prick and grabbed onto the rim of the tub. Then, like Venus rising from the sea, she stood up, shaking the water from her, her tits jiggling seductively, her body beaded with shining droplets.
She stepped from the tub, and leaning her back and ass against the tiled wall, hunkered down with knees bent, so her pussy was wide open at the very same height as her boy's throbbing prick.
"Jesus!" Bobby groaned as his eyes bored into the raw gash of her pussy.
He approached her, stepping between her slim, opened thighs. He grabbed his prick at the root and aimed the head at her dripping pussy hole. Then he thrust in.
"Auuuugh, Bobby!" Brenda gasped. She reached out for him, encircling him in her arms, pulling him in as close as she could.
His prick was jammed to the hilt in her pussy, his cock-hair pressed into her cunt-hair.
"Bobby, baby! Bobby!" Brenda called out. Her cunt had wrapped itself tight as a vise around his prick root. For several moments she held it fast. Then as the last of a wave of sharp sensations shot through her cunt and clit she loosened up a bit, and her cunt muscles began to undulate up and down his cock, first up the shaft toward his prick head, then down toward the thick root of his prick.
Bobby swallowed hard. His prick throbbed dangerously in Brenda's tight slick cunt. Another sudden grasping motion of her pussy, and he would come hard.
Brenda understood this, and with infinite patience she waited, holding her pussy muscles still, using all of her will power to quiet down the surging desire deep within her.
The crisis passed, and the look of urgency on Bobby's face faded. It was safe to begin fucking hard and deep. Playfully, Brenda tightened her cunt tunnel around Bobby's prick, and he groaned, responding instantly.
He rotated his ass, skewering into her cunt deep, then pulling out, only to plunge inside once again.
They were rocking and rolling now, and Bobby couldn't have stopped if his life depended on it. His mother teased and stroked, petted and pinched his prick with her amazing cunt.
All he could do was to ram her and ram her again. With each body-jarring stroke, Bobby was bringing them closer and closer to orgasm.
As the passion escalated, Brenda dug her fingernails into Bobby's back. Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably, and her tummy lurched and churned. It felt as if a snake were coiled in her belly, ready to spring.
Then, with one last violent thrust, Bobby brought them both off.
"Aw my God! Bobby!" Brenda cried out. She pulled him to her tight, so his chest crushed her tits. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she felt him pump a thick load of jizz deep in her cunt.
When he pulled his prick out of her pussy, still dripping with jizz, she slid her back the rest of the way down the wall, till her ass touched the fuzzy bathroom throw rug. Jizz and cunt cream spilled out of her pussy into a little pool on the rug.
"Man, that was good!" Bobby sighed. He slumped down beside his mother and patted her on the thigh.
"It certainly was!" Brenda replied. "And I'm feeling much, much better." It was as if the hard fast fuck with Bobby had completely wiped out the frightening experience of the night before.
Brenda felt light and pure and clean. She looked into the eager young face of her son and she was filled with such a deep sense of well-being that she laughed out loud.
"What's so funny?" Bobby asked, cocking his head.
"Nothing, baby. I'm just happier than I've been in years!"
"Me too, Mom." He leaned forward and kissed her warmly on the lips, and almost instantly, his prick began to quiver as a new rush of blood filled it.
"I'll be damned if I can keep up with you!" Brenda laughed. But the sight of her boy's hard prick always had an immediate effect on her, and soon enough she felt the familiar twinge of lust deep in her cunt.
With a mischievous glare in her eye, she crawled over to him and gently pressed her hand against his chest, indicating that he should lie down on the floor.
Bobby did as she wanted, and then she crawled toward his head, straddling his shoulders between her knees, so her pussy was positioned right over his face and she was facing his bulging prick.
She grabbed Bobby's prick by the root. Then she bent down and sucked the head into her mouth.
"Oooooooh!" Bobby groaned, humping excitedly.
Brenda swiped her tongue around and around the boy's knob, loving the feel of his prick meat rolling around in her mouth. Seductively, she shimmied her ass, so her moist, widespread pussy rotated right above his lips.
"Lick me, Bobby! Lick my cunt!"
Bobby hesitated, and Brenda, realizing that this was a first for him, decided to help him along. Gently she lowered her pussy right onto his mouth, careful to keep from crushing him by supporting most of her weight on her knees.
"It's okay, honey! Try it!"
She felt him shift beneath her. Then at last, Bobby stuck out his tongue and took an experimental swipe.
"Huuuuuugh!" Brenda shivered with excitement when she felt his raspy little tongue slide down her cunt.
Another moment passed, as if the boy were analyzing the newfound sensation. Brenda was about to ask him to lick her again, when his tongue slipped between her thick juicy cunt lips and stabbed into her pussy.
"Aaaaaie!" she cried, pressing her thighs against his cheeks. Her cunt clasped at his tongue, grabbing and squeezing it as if it were a vise.
But Bobby did not let the violence of her response stop him. Instead, he fucked into his mother's pussy with even more abandon, his tongue slicing through the sweet, buttery softness like a blade.
"Ungh, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby!" Brenda cried, tossing her head back, her lush blonde hair streaming down her back.
When Bobby responded by humping his groin into the air, his prick head bobbing menacingly, Brenda got the message. Once again, she leaned forward, grabbing his prick at the root, pressing her lips to the bulbous head.
As soon as she sucked his prick head into her mouth, he jerked violently, slamming his tongue into her pussy as far as it would go. Brenda groaned, her eyes rolling in their sockets as a powerful shudder of pleasure ran up her cunt.
She licked and sucked and stabbed at Bobby's prick head, then took in another two inches of his cock, till his knob pressed against the back of her throat.
Bobby winced and bucked, sucking hard an her wide open pussy, rotating his ass so that his prick head corkscrewed down her throat.
Now they were going at it in a fast, rhythmic whirl of passion -- Brenda sliding her lips to the base of her boy's cock, Bobby pumping his tongue in and out of his mother's churning pussy.
Every nerve in her body strained toward release, and with one last slurping, downward thrust of her mouth on the boy's prick, Brenda suddenly came.
She could hear his muffled cries beneath her, and a split second after her own devastating come, Bobby shot a thick, hot wad of jizz down her throat.
She swallowed it down in great gulps, her body still shuddering and bumping as wave after wave of release rolled through her.
Carefully, she raised her pussy off Bobby's mouth and slung her left leg over his head, so she was kneeling beside him. She looked down at his bleary eyes and bruised mouth. The boy looked so ravaged that she couldn't help feeling guilty for treating him so roughly.
Gently, she stroked his forehead, pushing aside a stray red curl. "You okay, honey?"
Bobby smiled slowly, then reached out for her, "Okay? Are you kidding? That was -- that was the greatest, Mom!" As he hugged her to him, Brenda could once again feel his cock stiffening into a steely rod.
Chapter Seven
Brenda rolled down the window and let the breeze riffle through her hair. It was hot and dry, and as she and Bobby sped down the road, they passed by hills and fields burnt to a golden brown by the sun.
"This dry spell's gone on forever!" Brenda said, trying to cool herself off by undoing a few more buttons of her blouse.
Bobby gave her a sidelong glance. The tops of her creamy tits were clearly visible now. He shifted in his seat, adjusting his pants. "How much longer before we get there, Mom?"
"About another half hour or so, I'd say. Looking forward to it?"
"You bet! It's almost a year since we've been riding."
"Yeah -- I guess it has been. I wonder if old Goldenrod's missed us."
"'Course she has!"
Brenda smiled as she thought about Goldenrod. She was a big, gentle mare Bobby had ridden when he was a child, and though he'd moved on to more spirited horses as he got older, he always stopped by to see Goldenrod when he was at the stables. He'd give her a few lumps of sugar, and she'd lick his face and nip at him playfully.
Brenda was caught up in these memories, when suddenly Bobby grabbed her right wrist, wrenching her hand off the steering wheel and placing it on his swollen crotch. The sudden movement caused her to jerk the steering wheel, and the car went careening toward the shoulder of the road.
"What are you doing!" she cried. Quickly, she turned the wheel in the opposite direction, just missing a ditch at the side of the road.
"What the hell..."
But her anger vanished when she became aware of Bobby's hot pulsing cock beneath the fly of his denims. An urgent stab of desire ripped through her guts, so strong that she felt dizzy. Though she wanted to jack on his prick, she stopped herself. They had already had one close call. "Not here, Bobby."
"I can't wait, Mom," Bobby groaned, unsnapping the waistband of his pants. "Please, Mom."
It shocked Brenda that Bobby had grown bold enough to want to make it with her in the car, in broad daylight. But it also excited her. Suddenly, she, too, felt daring.
She unzipped his pants, and though they were speeding down the road, she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts, hauling out his hard, throbbing prick.
"Aw, yes!" Bobby gasped as she wrapped her hand around the root of his cock and began to jack on it.
Brenda stole a glance at the boy, and she groaned softly, pressing her thighs together, when she saw his thick red prick head standing up so stiff and inviting.
She swallowed hard, trying to keep the raging just in her cunt under control. Her heart beat furiously as she drew her hand from the base of Bobby's cock to the wide, rubbery head and then back down again.
Bobby responded instantly, grinding his ass into the seat, then humping up, his prick lurching in Brenda's hand.
Now Brenda spread her thighs wide. Her cunt was clamoring for stimulation, the hot thick juices already bubbling out into her panties.
"Touch me, honey," she whispered.
Bobby reached over and began rubbing his hand up and down the crotch of her pants. Her cunt lips were so swollen with lust that they protruded through the crotch of her jeans.
"Ungh, ungh, ungh!" Brenda groaned. Each time his finger pressed against her clit, she flexed her leg so that she stepped on the accelerator and sent the car speeding ahead.
By now, her panties were soaked, and a deep gnawing itch was building deep in her cunt. She could barely control the car, and she was getting scared.
"It's-it's no use, Bobby!" she sighed at last. She pulled her hand from his prick and took command of the wheel. She looked frantically for a place to turn off the highway, and then she saw an exit ahead. With a sigh of relief, she turned the car off the road.
They drove for half a mile before Brenda spotted a secluded area beneath a large, leafy oak. She brought the car to rest in its shade, and then she turned to Bobby, her eyes smoldering with lust.
Bobby, unable to contain his need, had his hand on his prick and was jacking furiously on it.
Now Brenda turned to him, gasping at his thigh. "Fuck me, Bobby!" she gasped. "In the back, baby. Hurry!"
As she crawled into the back seat of the car, she unzipped her jeans, pushing them down her hips and thighs. Then she unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.
Bobby was right behind her. Wordlessly he mounted her, pressing his mouth to hers and sticking his tongue deep inside.
He sought out her wet pussy, groaning with pleasure when his fingers touched the rich gooey slot. Then he spread her cunt lips wide, bringing his prick head to the steamy entrance of her cunt.
"Aaaaie!" Brenda cried as he thrust inside. Feeling her boy's thick slab of prick meat jammed up her needy pussy was the most ecstatic sensation Brenda ever had.
Her nerves sizzled with excitement. Her whole body was in turmoil. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth, meeting his tongue, jabbing at it, then twining hers around it.
Meanwhile, Bobby ran his hands along her sides, grasping her about the waist and sliding his palms up to the side swells of her tits. When he sank his fingers deep into her fleshy tit-meat, she bucked up at him, crying out with pleasure as his prick hit bottom.
Brenda came immediately, kicking her feet and grasping at Bobby's ass. It was as if a volcano exploded within her, its heat and power spreading in rivulets throughout her body.
"Aaaaaaugh, aaaaugh!" she cried. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably, and her heart leaped into high gear.
Bobby's prick was caught in the wild, cinching action of his mother's powerful cunt. It throbbed with blood, ready to plunge back into action. At least, when Brenda let up on the pressure, Bobby withdrew it halfway.
"Gonna, ungh, fuck you," he grunted, shoving his cock back up her cunt. "Unh, yeah!" He slid his fingers between their sweaty bodies and squeezed her nipples.
Brenda, recovering from the potency of her last come, suddenly felt a twinge of renewed lust deep in her pussy.
"Bobby, oh Bobby!" she murmured, bending her knees and lifting her legs so he could get even deeper penetration.
Bobby slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up at an angle. Then he rammed his prick in deep, and Brenda nearly fainted at the sudden rush of pleasure in her pussy.
As Bobby pummeled her pussy with his prick, orgasm after orgasm raced through her pussy, settling in her clit and tits and ass. She was a mass of quivering ecstasy, and she wanted it to go on forever.
"Ungh, ungh, Bobby! Aaaaaaugh!" Her cries pierced the quiet glen where they'd parked, and a covey of doves, frightened by the noise, suddenly took flight.
"I-I'm coming! Comiiiiiing!" Bobby cried all of a sudden, and with a sudden vicious thrust, he dumped a load of jizz deep in Brenda's cunt.
She held him tight, whimpering and calling his name as the hot, sticky stuff seeped into her bruised pussy. They lay there, panting and gasping, the fiery twinges of pleasure gradually fading.
Then Brenda stirred beneath Bobby, pushing him gently off her tits as she wriggled free. "God that was a good fuck!" she sighed, and she kissed him. "But we've got to get dressed if we're going to get to the stables in time for a ride."
Bobby just lay there, a dreamy, satisfied smile on his face, and Brenda had to prod him playfully several times before he finally got up.
Once they were back on the road, they made very good time, and Brenda felt a deep sense of homecoming when she pulled into the wide drive in front of the stables. She and Tom and Bobby had come there often in the old days, and her memories of the place were filled with laughter and sunshine.
"My God! If it ain't Brenda Hawkins! It's been years, girl!" Clint Cooper emerged from the office in cowboy hat and jeans, looking just as lean and weathered as Brenda remembered.
He took her into his arms and gave her a big hug. Then he turned his attention to Bobby. "Is this Bobby? Bet he's grown over a foot since he was here last!"
Bobby blushed and looked away. He didn't like people treating him like a kid.
Suddenly, a very pretty brunette emerged from the office. She was wearing tight jeans and an even tighter T-shirt that showed off her developing tits. Her dark hair was pulled up in a pony-tail and she wore high-heeled boots, even though she looked to be even younger than Bobby.
Brenda noticed the way Bobby's gaze zeroed in on the girl's small tits, and she felt a sudden, fierce stab of jealousy.
"This here's my niece Katie," Clint said, beckoning for the girl to join them. "She's helpin' me out with the stables this summer."
"Pleased to meet you," Katie said, smiling at Brenda and Bobby. She held out her hand to Bobby, and Brenda noticed with increasing alarm the way Bobby held on just a little longer than he had to.
The girl looked up at Bobby from beneath long dark lashes, which she fluttered shamelessly.
"What d'you say we let Bobby and Katie saddle up and take a ride while you and I catch up on old times?" He winked at Brenda.
"I really don't think..." Brenda started to protest.
"C'mom Bobby! There's a pretty red filly that you'll like for sure!" Katie said. She grabbed Bobby's hand, and led him away before Brenda could stop them.
"It's nice to let the young people have some fun together," Clint said. "Now how about a glass of iced tea? I wanna hear what you've been up to!"
For once Brenda wished Clint would stop acting so damned fatherly toward her. She had to catch up with Bobby and the girl before something terrible happened.
When they had all been standing there talking, she had practically felt the heat emanating from the girl's hot little cunt. And that meant Bobby was in danger.
"Have a seat," Clint said as they entered the office. He walked to the small refrigerator at the back of the room and took out a tall pitcher of iced tea. Then, grabbing a couple of glasses, he poured the drinks.
Brenda took hers and began to sip nervously. All she could think about was Bobby getting into the clutches of that pretty little nymphet.
"You're looking really great," Clint said, patting her gently an the hand. "Things going well for you and the boy?"
"Yes... I didn't think I was going to make it after Tom died, but I've got a waitressing job now, and Bobby's doing fine in school."
"Are you dating anyone?" Clint drew his chair closer.
Brenda blushed. "No, not really. It's-it's too soon."
"Honey, you're a beautiful woman. Life goes on, y'know."
Nervously, Brenda took another sip of tea. She was worried about Bobby. But now she was also worried about herself. She didn't like the way Clint's eyes kept boring into her chest as if he could see her tits. She also didn't like the fact that she could see a bed in the next room.
Clint got up from his chair and began pacing about the room.
"The ranch and stable have been doing mighty fine," he said. "But y'know, it gets kinda lonesome around here sometimes." He stopped behind Brenda's chair and put his hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently.
"Look Clint, I really should saddle up and join Bobby..."
"Bobby's doin' fine. Let's us worry about you and me."
He lowered his hands onto her tits, and Brenda nearly jumped a foot. "Clint!"
"Who you kiddin', Brenda? We've been wanting to fuck each other ever since you first started coming to the ranch."
"You're out of your mind!" Brenda cried, backing toward the door.
"C'mon, woman! You want some cock and you know it!"
He was coming toward her, and for the first time, Brenda looked down at his crotch. She was stunned. He was hung like a horse. No question about it. The bulge in his fly was bigger than Brenda had ever seen before, and against her will, her cunt started churning with desire. Her nipples rubbed harshly against the lace of her bra.
Clint sensed that her defenses were crumbling, and in one swift movement, he caught her up in his arms and began showering her with hot, urgent kisses.
He kissed her up and down her neck and shoulders, and then he pressed his lips to hers, slicing his tongue deep into her mouth, running it along the insides of her checks and the tops of her teeth.
It was as if he were devouring her with his lust, and Brenda felt faint and overpowered in his arms. He reached up and began unfastening the buttons of her blouse. He grew impatient with his own clumsiness and in his excitement, he ripped at the blouse, popping the buttons off it so they went rolling on the floor.
"God, you're beautiful," he groaned, and he reached in back of her and unhooked her bra.
Brenda protested only weakly, letting him slide the blouse and bra over her shoulders and off of her. Clint quivered with excitement at the sight of her big firm tits.
Eagerly, he reached for them, sinking his fingers into the soft, supple flesh. Brenda twitched with excitement, his touch setting off a chain reaction of nerve-jangling sensations deep in her tits and cunt.
"You want it, I know you do," he rasped, and he scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the next room, laying her on the bed.
"Clint -- no! This is wrong!" Brenda said feebly, but already he was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. Brenda held her breath, and when he kicked off his boots and pushed his jeans down his legs, she could hardly believe her eyes. He was, indeed, hung like a horse.
His prick was so long and thick that it made her think of a club. Instinctively, she pressed her thighs close together, protecting them from an onslaught by the murderous-looking prick.
Clint was obviously proud of his cock. He grabbed it at the root and shook it at Brenda, and she wriggled her ass back on the bed, shying away from it.
"I'm hot for you," he murmured, taking a step toward her.
"Clint -- please! Don't!" She tried to push him away, but they had both heard the note of desire in her voice. Brenda knew that she wanted him to fuck her, and he knew it too.
"Just relax, baby. You're going to love it."
He crawled on the bed, and Brenda whimpered in fear and lust as he unfastened the snap of the waistband of her jeans. Her gaze was fixed on the mammoth prick that bobbed before her. It was as thick as her wrist.
He unzipped the fly and began pulling on her jeans. In a daze, Brenda lifted her ass slightly off the bed, aiding him in stripping her pants and panties off. When she was lying there, completely nude, Clint just gazed down at her for several moments, his prick lurching and spasming with arousal.
"You don't know how many times I've dreamt about this," he said, reaching out to touch the soft fur of her cunt-mound.
Brenda shuddered with excitement when he touched her. He had calluses on his hands, and the roughness of them against her soft skin turned her on.
"Mmmmmm, you're wet. Man, are you wet!" He drew his finger up the slot of her cunt, and it was immediately coated with thick, clear pussy cream.
Then he popped his index finger inside, up to the second knuckle.
"Aaaaaaugh!" Brenda gasped, her pussy muscles contracting around it.
Now, with his finger still embedded in her hot, wet pussy, he pressed his lips to her left tit and began kissing and sucking its sleek surface.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Brenda gasped, closing her eyes and letting her mouth go slack as he slurped his way up and down her big melon of a tit. Now and then he stopped at her nipple and sucked it hard between his lips.
Brenda gasped. Each time he exerted suction on her nipple, a sharp, almost painful sensation went sizzling through her tit and down her spine, ending finally in the throbbing nub of her clit.
Now he shifted to her right tit. Again, he slavered his tongue around and around the big, juicy tit, and at the same time, he began to pump his finger in and out of her pussy.
"Aaaah, Clint! Clint!" she gasped, humping at him, pressing her pussy-mound as close as she could to his incredible cock. At last she was ready for his prick, but amazingly, he held her off for a bit, so taken by her enormous tits that he continued to suck and lick and nibble at the succulent flesh.
Brenda was so hot, she thought she would explode with passion. She reached for Clint's prick, realizing with a thrill that it was so thick that she couldn't get her hand around the shaft.
Then she shoved her cunt right up against his massive prick head, and with a sudden heave, she impaled her pussy on his prick.
Stars flashed before her eyes, and her whole body twitched with the sudden load of prick meat.
"Jee-sus!" she gasped, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly. His prick was so enormous it felt as if it would rip her pussy apart at the seams.
Its great throbbing bulk pressed up against every inch of her cunt, setting off a wildfire of sensations in her delicate nerves. And even though she had taken his prick to the very end of her cunt tunnel, three inches still remained outside her cunt.
"Ungh, ungh, God you're so tight!" Clint grunted, his face scrunched into a tense frown. Slowly, he began to rotate his ass, reaming her out.
"Aaaaaaaah!" Brenda cried, wriggling and bucking beneath him, nearly out of her mind with the electric-like sensations that were shooting through her strained cunt.
Clint stopped moving for several moments, letting Brenda's supple pussy undulate up and down his thick cock. Again, he began kissing and laying her tits, and Brenda was on the verge of swooning into unconsciousness from the tremendous overload of sensation.
"Stop, stop!" she gasped, pressing against his shoulders, trying to pull his face from her tits.
At last her protests penetrated through his lust filled brain, and he stopped his licking, gazing down at her as she struggled with the massive pleasures assaulting her body.
Brenda tried to relax her cunt muscles, reign in her fierce sexual desire, so she could more easily accommodate Clint's gargantuan prick and begin some earnest fucking.
She willed herself to breathe more slowly, to make gentle, rhythmic gyrations of the hip, and sure enough, her cunt muscles began to case their vise-like grip, began to adapt to the huge girth of Clint's prick while rippling smoothly up and down his enormous cock.
"That's it, baby! Yessssss... so good!" Clint murmured, and now he began to withdraw very slowly.
"Ungh!" Brenda gasped as her pussy snapped back to its original tightness.
He withdrew almost all the way, leaving only his thick prick head still wedged up her cunt hole. He paused to diddle delicately at her tit, flicking it between his thumb and forefinger, and Brenda screeched like a cat in heat as potent stabs of pleasure seared through her guts. He had her number. He knew how to please her.
He kept it up for several moments. Then, as she dragged her fingernails along the coverlet, thrashing her head from side to side in her passion, he began to shove his prick in again.
Inch by inch, his great slab of prick meat invaded her tight little cunt, pressing the soft tissues to their limits. It was the most devastating and exciting sensation Brenda had ever felt. She was completely at his mercy, and yet his big, punishing cock was bringing her closer and closer to mind-shattering climax.
"Aaaaargh!" he gasped when his prick head hit bottom, jarring Brenda's ass.
She held her breath as once again, the sharp, stinging sensations of ecstasy ripped through her guts. This time, he did not keep his prick wedged in for long, but immediately began to withdraw again.
Brenda braced herself. In another few seconds, he would charge back in.
"Aanaaaaiiie!" she cried, tears coursing down her cheeks. "Clint!" She dug her fingernails in his back, drawing them down toward his ass, and leaving thin red lines in his tough flesh.
This only goaded him on to harder and faster fuck strokes, and in no time, the bed was rocking on the floor, banging into the wall.
Brenda gasped and groaned and called out his name, her voice becoming louder and shriller as a powerful climax loomed before her.
Clint was pumping her hard and fast now, and her cries echoed off the walls. Suddenly she stiffened, her toes pointing rigidly, her thighs twitching uncontrollably.
"Clint, Clint, Clint," she cried. Like a volcano, her climax erupted deep in her gut, flowing outward to every inch of her body, spreading warmth and release and inexpressible pleasure.
Clint didn't stop fucking. He kept jabbing into her spasming pussy, reaming her out with incredible force. But Brenda was so far gone in her pleasure, she didn't feel any pain. All she felt was herself descending into a widening, deepening pool of ecstasy.
"Shit! Take it? Take it!" Clint bellowed at last, and as he snorted and shook and gasped for breath, he shot her full of his rich, thick jizz.
Chapter Eight
Brenda slowly returned to consciousness. Clint was asleep, his mouth slack, his body sunk into a posture of deep repose. She was amazed to see that even when his prick was soft and limp, it had enormous dimensions. She reached out for his cock, gently stroking it from root to head, trembling with remembered pleasure.
A soft fluttering of desire started in her pussy. She moistened her lips as she prepared to take his prick head into her mouth. But then she recalled that Bobby was somewhere in the hills with a little black-haired vixen hellbent on his seduction.
Quickly, she got out of bed. Gathering up her clothing, she dressed as fast as she could. Though Clint had ripped off the buttons to her blouse, she was able to tie the shirt tails in front, making a sexy-looking halter.
She pulled on her boots and ran to the stables, determined to get a mount as fast as she could. Once inside, she walked up and down between the stalls, examining the horses available. The stable hand gave her a long, lewd look, but she ignored him.
At last she decided on a tall, shiny black stallion, and demanded that the stable hand saddle it for her. The no-nonsense tone of her voice was unmistakable, and the stable hand wiped the leer off his face and did as she commanded.
With a smooth, graceful motion, she mounted the horse, and soon she was galloping off down the mountain trail. Though there were a number of directions Bobby and Katie could have taken, Brenda thought she detected fresh prints heading west, and she reigned her horse in that direction.
The stallion was fast, and in fifteen minutes they had crested Black Hat Hill. She stopped to get her bearings, and that was when she heard the high, tingly laugh coming from the stand of aspen to her right.
"Sash, there's a good boy," Brenda whispered softly, patting the horse as she dismounted.
She tied him to a maple and bed him securely to a low branch. Then she stepped lightly and cautiously over the rocks to the aspens.
"You sure are shy." It was Katie's voice, Brenda was sure of it. She dropped down behind a fallen tree and peeked over the top.
Sure enough, there were Bobby and Katie, resting in a shady spot by a stream. Katie was sitting near Bobby, her arm resting across his shoulders.
"I-I'm not shy," Bobby said slowly, lowering his gaze. "It's just that, well, I have a girlfriend already."
"So what?" Katie persisted. "I don't see why we can't just have a little fun. After all, why does your girlfriend ever have to know?"
When Bobby didn't reply, Katie gave him a seductive little smile, and began unbuttoning her blouse. Bobby was still looking away, but that didn't stop Katie. She undid her blouse completely and tossed it aside.
Brenda groaned at the sight of the young girl's pretty little tits. They were small and high and round, capped with little coral-colored nipples.
"Well, what d'you think?" Katie said. Bobby turned toward her, and when he laid his eyes on her lovely tits, he quickly looked away, swallowing hard.
"Hey, what's the matter with you, anyway?" Katie laughed. "Don't you like to look at girls' tits?"
"Sure I do."
"Then look. It won't cost you anything." Bobby turned back toward her. He was breathing hard, and little beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead.
"You can touch 'em if you like."
He hesitated, looking around guiltily. Panicked that he might see her, Brenda ducked down behind the tree.
"That's it," Katie sighed as Bobby reached out and grabbed her little tits in the palms of his hands. He squeezed gently, and she groaned with pleasure.
Brenda could hardly contain herself. She wanted to rush right down there and tear her boy away from the little seductress. But she knew she mustn't. He would never forgive her. So she knelt there in silence, her heart breaking as she watched him becoming more and more aroused.
Now he was taking the lead, dropping his right hand down to the girl's jeans and fumbling with the button at the top of her fly until at last he got it unfastened. In a flash, he unzipped her pants.
Katie helped Bobby ease her out of her jeans, and then he pulled her panties down her slim hips. Her little pussy was as delicate as a flower, the slightly raised mound covered with thin curls of black hair.
"Wow!" Bobby gasped, running his fingers through her cunt-hair.
Katie shivered and groaned, wriggling her ass into the soft earth.
Fascinated by how different Katie's cunt was than his mother's, Bobby let go of her tit and put his hands under her thighs, raising her legs at the knees. Now he would have better access to her cunt.
Brenda's heart sank. She had trained her boy well.
"So pretty..." Bobby murmured as he delicately pried apart Katie's soft pink cunt lips. Inside, her cunt was a rose color. Whirled like a seashell, it glinted with cunt juice.
Bobby licked his lips. Gently, he pressed his index finger into the small dark hole of her pussy, and Katie shuddered and groaned, flexing her thighs.
Encouraged, he pushed his finger in deeper, all the way to the second knuckle.
"Ungh, yes, oh yes!" Katie groaned, fluttering her eyelashes rapidly, only the white of her eyes visible between the lids.
From her hiding place behind the tree, Brenda was feeling a strange mixture of emotions. There was no question that she was angry and jealous, it was all she could do to keep from running down the hill and breaking up the little love fest between Bobby and Katie. On the other hand, she couldn't ignore the throbbing of desire deep in her pussy. Watching Bobby finger-fuck the young girl was really turning her on.
Bobby's finger was fucking in and out of Katie's hot wet cunt, making obscene slurping sounds, while Katie gasped and groaned and purred with pleasure.
Brenda could see how turned on the boy was getting. His hair was plastered to his brow with sweat, his face had turned beet-red, and there was a telltale hard lump in the crotch of his pants.
Bobby did not have to be asked twice. He pulled his finger from Katie's pussy and quickly unfastened his pants, pulling them and his shorts down past his knees.
He was so excited that he didn't bother taking off his boots. For a moment he gazed down at her, her legs widespread and bent at the knees, her pink cunt so luscious with its furry black trim.
"Fuck me, Bobby!" she whimpered.
He was shaking when he mounted her, his prick so rigid that the head hammered against his belly. Katie reached out for his prick, clasping the root in her fist, moving it down so that the head butted up against her needy pussy. Groaning softly, Bobby shoved forward.
"Ungh!" Katie cried, shuddering with the impact of his prick. When the tremor passed, she loosened up and began rotating her ass and hips, drawing his cock in all the way up her cunt.
Brenda held her breath. She watched with growing passion as Bobby pummeled the girl with a series of short fast fuck strokes. A spasm of arousal shook her so violently that she nearly cried out with need. Bizarre as it seemed, Brenda had grown so hot watching them that she needed to jack herself off.
Quickly she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down past her hips. Then she slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties and began to comb her fingers through the soft blonde curls of her cunt.
The sensation was electric. Instantly, her cunt began pumping out a stream of steamy pussy juice. She slid her finger up and down the gooey crack between her cunt lips, pausing to press down on her hard, pulsing clit.
"Umph!" she gasped, her eyes bulging as she attempted to suppress her gasp of pleasure.
But she needn't have, worried. Bobby and Katie were nearing orgasm and were far too caught up in their own pleasure to notice the faint cries of desire escaping from Brenda's lips.
"Bobby! Oh yes, yes, oh yes!" Katie cried, digging her fingernails into the boy's back, humping her ass up with devastating speed.
Brenda could see that the girl was coming hard, and this accelerated the powerful spasms in her own hot pussy. Quickly she plunged two fingers up her pussy, and her cunt muscles contracted around them, squeezing hard.
"Ah, ah, ah -- take it!" Bobby cried out as he lunged deep into Katie's pussy. The sharp jerking of his ass and belly showed Brenda that he was shooting jizz.
That was enough to bring her off. She fell back onto the soft earth, spanning and groaning softly as a great sensuous wave of release washed over her.
For several moments she lay panting there, her passion spent, her body rocked gently by fading swells of pleasure. Then, wearily, she sat up and leaned against the fallen log.
Bobby and Katie were lying in each other's arms, their beautiful young bodies covered with a thin, lustrous layer of sweat, and this made Brenda sad.
There was something very right about the two children together like that, lying in each other's arms after a marvelous fuck. She couldn't hide from the fact any longer -- she would have to share his fabulous cock with others.
Bobby began to stir now. He rubbed his palm along the sleek curves of Katie's ass cheeks and thighs, and she responded by wriggling against him.
It was clear what she wanted, and Bobby, whose prick was steely-hard again, fully intended to deliver.
Brenda held her breath as she watched. First, he pried apart Katie's ass cheeks. This made the young girl groan with anticipation stretching her arms before her, so her sensitive little nipples touched the ground.
Now he began to rotate his ass, his prick moving around and around Katie's pussy, barely gouging the slick, pulsing hole.
"Ungh, ungh, oh yes!" Katie cried. The agony of her desire was written across her face. Her forehead puckered into a frown, her eyelids drooped over her deep, sensual eyes, and her lips parted as if she were about to beg for more.
Brenda couldn't stand it. Once again, her pussy began to heat up with arousal. Once again, her heart began to pound in her chest. Only now, she didn't hate Katie. In fact, she identified completely with Katie and watched nothing more than for Bobby to ram his prick deep into the girl's sweet supple cunt.
"Aaaugh! Bobby!" she cried, as he fucked into her suddenly. He thrust so hard that Katie's tits were dragged roughly across the ground. But Bobby didn't seem to notice. His eyes were rolled back in his head so only the whites showed between his eyelids.
As he pulled back to ram Katie again, he dug his fingers deep into the smooth flesh of her ass, and she groaned and humped at him, still smarting from his brutal entry.
"God, you're tight!" Bobby groaned. He was smiling lewdly, rotating his ass so he could corkscrew his cock deep into Katie's pussy.
The girl gasped with pleasure, her little hips swaying to and fro, her ass pumping up at him.
"I don't think I can take anymore," Brenda muttered to herself, pulling her hand from her crotch, where she had unconsciously been diddling her clit.
As quietly as she could she staggered away from her perch on the hill, dizzy from the wild urges racing through her body. She untied the stallion and pulled herself onto the saddle, gasping as her thighs caressed the horse, and the stiff leather of the saddle pressed against her clit.
She reigned the horse eastward, cautiously coning him into a trot as they headed back for the stables. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and her thighs spasmed uncontrollably. With each step the horse took, the saddle humped up against her sensitive cunt and clit stimulating all the sensitive nerves there.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back the surge of passion that threatened to burst like a surge of water through a busted dam. Her pussy contracted violently, hot syrupy cunt juice welling up deep inside and pouring put into her panties.
A warm moist spot spread in the crotch of her jeans, and even the saddle became damp with pussy juice. The horse cantered on, its hooves flying over the hard path, its muscular flanks pumping back and forth.
Brenda was getting closer and closer to a much needed release. As her poor bruised clit thumped against the horn of the saddle, sharp sensations went searing through her pussy. She clenched her teeth and swallowed hard, hoping for a quick, devastating come.
Instead, she continued to teeter on the brink of climax, and when she pulled up to the stables at last, she was a bundle of sexual tension.
When she dismounted, she could hardly walk, so engorged with blood was her cunt, and as she led the horse in toward his stall, she shuddered with each nerve-wracking step.
"Here, let me help you ma'am." Suddenly the stable hand was in front of her, reaching out for the horse's reins. When she handed them to him, her hand was shaking, and he gave her a piercing look with his deep brown eyes.
This brought on such an overwhelming rush of desire, Brenda could no longer control herself. She thrust herself at the man, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her hot, moist lips to his.
He couldn't help but respond. Dropping the reins, he stabbed his tongue deep into her mouth, rubbing her back and ass with his callused hands.
Brenda ground her hips against his thighs, relishing the sweet taste of his lips. Then she pulled away from him and said, "I want to fuck you. Here. In the stables."
He smiled crookedly, looking her up and down, his cock throbbing against the tight crotch of his jeans. Then he gabbed for the horses reins and tied them securely to a post. That accomplished, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a massive, hairy chest.
A jolt of excitement sizzled through Brenda's pussy. He looked so virile and sexy, she knew he would be a good fuck. Eagerly she untied her shirt, and her tits bobbed into view, the nipples sharp and pointed as daggers.
"Oh man!" the stable hand groaned, patting his cock bulge. "I'm sure gonna enjoy this."
He came toward her and crushed her against him, rubbing his chest up and down against her big tits.
He was hot and sweaty, but Brenda liked that. They were two animals, come together to mate and nothing more. She pressed her hand to his fly and felt his warm, pulsing prick. Then she unzipped the pants and, reaching beneath the waistband, hauled his cock out.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, loving the heft of his prick in her palm. His prick was six or seven inches long, nicely shaped, with a thick shaft and a bullet-shaped head.
He groaned when she squeezed it. "Take -- take off your pants!"
With her free hand, Brenda unsnapped the waistband of her jeans, then let him unzip the fly. At the sexy rasp of the zipper, she let go of his prick and gently eased herself down on the pile of clean straw at her feet.
The stable hand knelt down before her, his cock shifting slightly as he pulled his pants down past his knees. Brenda tugged at her jeans and rolled them down her thighs. She was so horny and desperate for penetration that she didn't bother kicking off her boots or sliding her pants down the rest of the way.
Instead, she opened her thighs as far apart as she could, and showed the man the rich, slick meat of her cunt.
"Oh baby!" he groaned, and in a flash he was on her.
She grunted as he pressed his prick to her wet pussy and shoved inside. Instantly, her cunt muscles grasped his cock, holding it tight, then easing up just enough to begin a slow, steady massaging motion.
"Ungh, ungh!" the man grunted.
She was milking his cock relentlessly, wrenching it with her supple cunt muscles while she thrust her groin up at his.
Pressing his thighs against hers, he rode her close, straining down against the bucking motions of her ass and groin, pulling his prick back just a few inches before he fucked it in again.
"Aaaaugh!" Brenda wailed, straining up toward him as a powerful climax ripped through her guts.
When her climax crested, fuck cream poured from her pussy, so that the stable hand's prick sloshed and slathered in her cunt. At the same time, her cunt muscles relaxed, and he was able to fuck into her with increasing speed, working up a lather of pussy juice at the entrance to her fuck hole.
Then, all at once, he threw his head back, shafted his prick in deep and bellowed as he let loose with a torrent of hot jizz.
Brenda sighed with pleasure as she felt the hot thick cum spray into her pussy. She felt a delicious warmth spreading through her body and sighed with contentment.
Gazing up at the sweating, panting man, she smiled at him and ran her finger gently across his sticky brow.
"It was good," she murmured sweetly, but she was already thinking about what she would do when she got Bobby home alone.
Chapter Nine
Bobby said very little on the way home from the ranch. In a way, Brenda was grateful. So much had happened to her that afternoon -- so many long cherished ideas about her son's and her own sexuality had been explored -- that she needed to think.
She glanced at the boy. He was sitting very still, watching the sun set over the low western hills. She knew that he was feeling guilty, and more than anything, she wanted to ease his mind.
At last, she laid her hand on top of his thigh and murmured, "Something's on your mind, Bobby. Want to tell me about it?"
He shook himself, as if she had wakened him from a deep sleep.
"Nothing's on my mind," he protested.
Brenda smiled and turned her attention back to the road. "You've grown into a handsome young man, Bobby. Lots and lots of girls must find you attractive."
Bobby shrugged and looked out the window again.
"You know," she continued, "it would be perfectly natural for you to want to fuck them."
Bobby stiffened at the word fuck.
"I just want you to know that it's all right with me if you fuck other girls, Bobby." Now Brenda squeezed the flesh of his thigh and ran her fingers up his crotch. She felt the first stirring of a hard-on.
"You don't really mean that, do you, Mom?" Bobby was suddenly alert, a tremendous urgency in his voice.
"Of course I mean it."
"You-you wouldn't mind if-if..."
"If you fuck someone else? I just said I wouldn't, didn't I? It's perfectly natural, honey. And of course, the same goes for me."
Bobby's brows drew together in a frown. "You want to fuck someone besides me?"
Here it comes, Brenda thought, taking a deep sigh. "Darling, there's no one I'd rather fuck than you. But if you're out fucking other women, you don't expect me to sit home all alone, do you? Besides, making it with other guys will help me to appreciate you that much more."
Bobby stopped to consider this. "But Mom..."
"But nothing," she interrupted. "Bobby, it's not fair for me to keep you all to myself. You have to get out in the world and have lots of different experiences -- especially sexual ones. Someday you're going to leave home, get a job, have a family of your own."
"But we'll never stop fucking, will we?"
Brenda smiled. A surge of lust welled up within her. "Of course not, darling. What you and I have together is something very, very special."
"Mom," Bobby said, his voice choking up in his throat. "I want to fuck you right now!"
His prick was fully erect, bulging lewdly in the crotch of his jeans. Brenda ran her palm up and down the hot, pulsing bulge.
"And I want to fuck you, baby!"
"Then stop the car. Pull off the road like you did on the way to the ranch."
For an instant, Brenda was tempted to do just that. Hot cunt juices were flowing in her pussy. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
"Please, Mom!" Bobby reached up toward her tits, seeking the richness of her tit-flesh.
The knot Brenda had tied in the front of her blouse had loosened, and at the first touch of his eager fingers, the blouse came undone.
Brenda's tits came bobbing into view, the nipples taut and distended. At precisely that moment, another car approached them on the other side of the road. The driver, catching a glimpse of Brenda's succulent tits, did a double-take and lost control of his car. With a sickening screeching of his tires, he plowed off the side of the road, landing in a ditch.
"Oh my God!" Brenda gasped, puffing the car off on the shoulder of the road. Hurriedly, she tied her shirt tails together, stuffing her tits back inside. "Poor man! We've got to go help him!"
"Naw! He's okay. Look. He's already out of the car, not a scratch on him."
"But we can't just leave him out here."
Bobby reached over and unsnapped the fly of Brenda's pants. "Sure we can. He'll get a ride. Besides, we have some unfinished business."
"Bobby!" The boy was tugging at the waistband of her pants, and she couldn't control the wild, fluttering excitement in her cunt.
"Unless you want the highway patrol to see me sucking your cunt, you'd better get us outta here, Mom!"
"Ungh, Bobby! Stop that!" Brenda's face turned a bright red. Her breaths came in great, ragged gulps.
Frustrated that he couldn't pull her pants down, Bobby slid two fingers beneath the waistband of her undies and began diddling her clit.
"All right! All right, Bobby!" she gasped, slumping over the steering wheel.
She turned the key in the ignition, and when the car started, eased back onto the highway. In her rear view mirror she could see the man standing by his car, shaking his fist at her.
At first she tried to suppress her giggles, but soon she was laughing out loud, her tits threatening to bob free of her makeshift halter again.
Bobby was tugging at her pants again, and this time, she raised her ass off the car seat so he could pull them and her panties down past her thighs.
Once her delicious cunt was in view, Bobby threw himself on his stomach so he could press his face to her pussy.
Brenda, still giggling, tried to push him away. "Wait till we find a place to stop!" she insisted, but Bobby was far too turned on to heed her.
When his soft, full lips pressed against her sticky cunt lips, she panicked, fearful that he would detect that she'd already had sex that afternoon. But he didn't miss a beat. Spreading her cunt lips wide, he slurped his tongue up her gash, then shoved his tongue deep into her pussy.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she wailed. Instantly, her pussy muscles contracted around his sleek tongue, massaging it as if it were a prick.
Brenda dropped her right hand to the boy's head, grasping at his thick red hair and twining it around her fingers. Through lowered eyelids she could see the road well enough to navigate, her left hand locked firmly to the steering wheel.
As the suction of her cunt increased, Bobby began stabbing his tongue in and out, fucking steadily into her. Her cunt cream, mixed with the jizz of the two men she had fucked that afternoon, had a slightly gamy, musky smell and taste to it, but this only served to turn Bobby on all the more.
"Aw, Christ! Bobby, Bobby -- ungh!" Brenda groaned as she squirmed on the car seat, her sweaty thighs sticking to the vinyl. Every now and then, the bridge of Bobby's nose would press against her swollen cunt, sending sharp sensations of pleasure through her cunt and ass. Then her whole body would tremble uncontrollably, and her stomach seemed to jump into her throat.
Meanwhile, Bobby had unzipped his shorts and pulled out his prick. As he licked and laved and jabbed at his mother's pussy, he jacked on his cock furiously. Sometimes, he would strangle the shaft at the neck, so the head mushroomed up even larger than before. Then he would slide his fist down toward the root, twisting it this way and that, putting pressure on his balls.
As he got more and more turned on, his tongue shafted into Brenda's pussy faster and faster. Now and then, he would lose control and let his teeth sink into her soft cunt flesh.
"Aaaaaie!" Brenda yelped when she felt the sharp edge of his teeth.
She tightened her grip on his hair, squirming from ass cheek to ass cheek as she made the rugged climb toward orgasm. Her tits tingled and itched, straining against their confinement in her blouse. Her thighs twitched and her toes curled and uncurled.
She didn't think she could take much more when Bobby flicked in his tongue one last time, sending her over the edge.
She shrieked like a banshee, slamming the palm of her left hand down on the steering wheel, kicking her feet, so that she accidentally flicked on the high beams.
Somehow she managed to keep the car on the road, turning the wheel violently to the left as they veered dangerously to the outer edge of the road.
Bobby kissed her cunt roughly and continued with his hand job, determined to get off as quickly as he could. His hand shot up and down his prick shaft in a blur of speed, his face twisted into a mask of pain and lust.
Within seconds, he, too, was straining for release, and just as his mother managed to get the car back under control and released her grip on his hair, he bellowed into the wet edge of her cunt and shot hard, spilling cock cream onto the car seat and the floor of the car.
"Whew!" Brenda sighed, glancing down him out from the corner of her eye. "That sounded like a good one!"
Breathing hard, Bobby pulled himself into an upright position and looked at her a little sheepishly. He tucked his shriveled prick back into his pants and patted his mother gently on the thigh.
"Thanks, Mom. I really needed that."
"The pleasure was mine," Brenda laughed. For the rest of the trip, the two of them sat serenely, watching dusk set in over the landscape. By the time they pulled into their driveway, it was already dark, and they were very hungry.
Brenda heated up some chili and beans and they ate quietly, now and then looking into each other's eyes and smiling. A thought kept racing through Brenda's head, and though she dismissed it at first, it gradually became more and more interesting to her.
Finally, as she rose to clear the table, she said offhandedly, "What do you say to watching a video tonight?"
Bobby shrugged. "Sure. What did you have in mind?"
"Something dirty, of course." She winked at him, and his eyebrows went up.
"You mean with-with people fucking?"
Brenda was delighted at his obvious interest. She was sure he'd already had plenty of opportunities to see dirty pictures and magazines, but he was a virgin as far as X-rated videos went.
"Of course with people fucking, silly!" she said. "Now get the VCR ready, and I'll be back in a jiffy." She winked at him again.
The selection at the local video rental store was overwhelming, but after some thought, Brenda finally settled on a film. By the time she made it back home, Bobby was already undressed and sitting in front of the VCR. He had spread a blanket on the carpet and brought out the jar of cocoa butter.
"Hope you like it," she said, tossing him the cassette.
Eagerly, he pushed the cassette into the machine, and as Brenda undressed, the flickering image of a pretty brunette with big tits and a sweet, heart-shaped ass filled the TV screen.
Bobby whistled, and Brenda saw his prick tremble and begin to stiffen.
As the camera moved back, the figure of an athletic-looking young man with bulging arm and chest muscles and an enormous prick came into view.
Brenda felt a sudden stab of lust in her pussy. The man was so handsome, his prick was so big. Even the sight of the luscious woman excited her, and she imagined what it might feel like to touch those wonderful tits with their tiny, berry-colored nipples or run her tongue through the dense black bush that nearly hid the girl's thin, reddish cunt lips.
"Come on, Daisy," the blond stud said, grabbing his prick in his hand and shaking it at her. "Suck me, baby."
The girl smiled shyly at him and shook her head. But when he asked again, she nodded and smiled, kneeling down on the floor before him. Grabbing his cock at the root, she ovaled her pretty pink lips, then drew her mouth down his prick shaft.
"Jesus!" Bobby gasped, grabbing his own stiff prick. He followed the stud's lead and shook his cock at Brenda.
Brenda groaned with arousal. Keeping one eye on the screen, she crawled toward Bobby and put her mouth to his steely cock. Then she swiped the length of his prick with her tongue, pausing to give extra attention to the rim of prick flesh just below his prick head.
"Aw, man!" Bobby groaned, screwing up his eyes as he shuddered with pleasure.
At the same time, the blow job on the screen was heating up. Daisy's tits jiggled wildly, and her ass ground out a frenzied rhythm of lust as she bobbed up and down on the man's thick cock.
And then, just when she was beginning to deep-throat his magnificent prick, he pulled it free, grabbed the shaft, and bellowed like a bull as a thick stream of jizz shot from the head. The cum arched in the air, then came splattering down onto Daisy's face and tits. She whimpered in shock, but her lover merely grunted, jacking on his cock to drain it of every last drop.
There was something truly obscene about the way the stud's greasy jizz plastered itself to Daisy's face, and it really turned Brenda on. Unconsciously, she reached down and spread apart her cunt lips, dragging her finger up and down her moist cunt slot. Her groans of excitement were muffled by the big slab of prick meat in her mouth.
Meanwhile, as Daisy reached up to wipe the jizz from her face, another man came into view. This one was tall and slim and dark, his prick standing up menacingly from his rich, thick crop of cock hair. Curly black hair covered his chest and snaked up his thighs.
"Looks like it's my turn," the dark man said, giving Daisy a lewd, appraising smile.
"Rick -- who is that man?" Daisy cried, her eyes opening wide with fear.
"Just a friend," Rick said, winking slyly at the dark man. "I told him what a good fuck you are, and he wanted to find out for himself."
"Rick!" Daisy cried, getting up and backing away. "Rick! Tell him to leave!"
Brenda was so excited by this new turn of events that she stopped in mid-stroke on Bobby's cock, her lips encircling his rubbery prick. Spasms erupted in her cunt as the dark man approached Daisy.
Daisy looked pleadingly at Rick, but he merely sneered at her, and then the dark man suddenly lunged at her, tackling her to the pound. Rick laughed.
The whole thing reminded Brenda of her rape. Her body went cold and then hot. A sudden thrill of fear and excitement raced through her, and her heart skipped a beat. Suddenly she knew she had to have Bobby take her, fuck his cock in hard and deep. And she would fight him -- or at least pretend to. At this delicious thought, her clit stood up stiff, blood pounding in it.
She lifted her mouth from off of Bobby's prick and looked down with fascination at the sinister way it glinted with her saliva. Suddenly, in her mind, it was a tool of destruction. She backed away from him, slowly, her eyes smoldering with lust.
"Do me, Bobby!" she cried in a strangled voice. She lay flat on her back, her legs pressed together. "Hurt me!"
Bobby, who would never have done anything to hurt his mother, now approached her with a savage look on his face. His prick, so engorged with blood that it had turned a deep red-violet, hatched lewdly in front of him. As he knelt above her, surveying in her long, curvy body, his nostrils flared with passion. Then he threw himself on her, digging his nails into her thighs, trying to pry them apart.
The same thing was happening on the screen. Daisy was struggling beneath the bulk of her assailant, trying to keep her thighs together. But the man brutally pulled them apart, then grabbed his prick and pressed the head against the red gash of her cunt.
Brenda had stopped following the movie.
"Oh God, oh God!" she cried as she pounded her fist against Bobby's chest. Her clit was full-blown with arousal, and her cunt was aching to feel the boy's prick rammed in deep. But still she fought him. It added to the thrill.
On the screen, Rick dropped to his knees and grabbed Daisy's wrists so she could no longer defend herself. This gave his friend a clear shot. With a vicious thrust, he slammed his cock deep into her pussy, and she cried out in angered pain.
At nearly the same instant, Bobby wedged his prick head against Brenda's cunt, and she nearly swooned with excitement. All the delicate curves in her cunt ignited, and a quicksilver jolt of pleasure shot through her belly. She pushed against him, moving her pussy out of the line of attack, praying that he would counter her move and fuck in deep.
The movie goaded Bobby on. He glanced up to see the dark stud shaft mercilessly into Daisy's defenseless pussy, and with a quick, swiveling motion, Bobby managed to bring his prick head back in line with his mother's steamy cunt. Then, with a sudden thrust, he shafted deep inside.
"Aaaaagh!" Brenda cried. He was in her deep.
Bobby groaned deeply as the soft, supple walls of her pussy pressed in on his prick. Knowing that Brenda wanted him to force her, he moved his hands down her arms, holding them against the carpet so she couldn't pummel him. Then he pulled back and rammed his prick inside her again.
Brenda cried, "No! No! Stop!" But Bobby could feel the sharp contractions of lust deep in her cunt.
Their fuck action was paralleled perfectly in the movie. The dark man was pumping Daisy hard, and though she yelled and screamed, it was easy to see that she was getting off on it. Grinding her ass, and swiveling her hips, she was getting hotter by the minute.
Brenda thrashed her head from side to side, begging Bobby to stop. Sweat beaded up on her forehead and between her tits and began to trickle down. Bobby leaned down and began to slurp it up, rolling his tongue around and around the swells of her tits, making her sigh and moan and shudder with pleasure.
Brenda thought she would die from the excitement. There was no way in the world she could continue to pretend that she was not enjoying the fuck. So she let herself go, humping up at the boy with fierce desire, the strong action of her cunt muscles sucking his prick in deep.
The effect was devastating.
"Aw man! Oh, oh, oh! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Bobby cried. With a mighty thrust, he rammed his prick in to the hilt, unloading deep in Brenda's pussy.
Hot jizz spattered against the delicate walls of her pussy, triggering five, or ten orgasms in rapid succession. She howled and whimpered and moaned, slamming the soles of her feet against the carpet, tugging her wrists free of Bobby's grasp.
When it was over, she went slack, her body wrung out from an overload of pleasure. With bleary eyes, she turned her head toward the screen, and her lips quivered into a faint smile.
Daisy, too, was in the throes of orgasm, humping violently beneath the steady thrusts of her rapist. Weeping with desire, she ran her sharp fingernails down his back, leaving long, vivid marks. Finally, she arched her back, shuddered, and screamed with release. "All's well that ends well," Brenda sighed, running her fingers playfully through Bobby's hair.
Chapter Ten
Brenda stepped from the shower, shaking the water from her hair. Her rosy skin glowed with health, and her eyes sparkled with good humor.
David was sitting on the bed, watching her with obvious admiration.
"God, you're beautiful!" he said as he rose and took a step toward her.
His prick was hard, and the veins that spiraled along the shaft were pulsing with blood.
Brenda smiled slyly at him, but sidestepped out of his reach.
"I'd love to fuck again, darling," she said, "but I've really got to get home. Look at the time!" She pointed to his bedside alarm clock.
"I'd make it a quickie," he said, catching her in his arms and pulling her close to him. The dewy flesh of her tits pressed hard against his chest, and for a moment, she hesitated, feeling a rush of arousal spread through her cunt and tits.
She giggled, then kissed him gently on the lips. "Out of the question, David! But I'll take a rain check!"
He shook his head, then gave her a playful slap on her ass. "Say, tomorrow?"
"I think that can be arranged." She winked at him and pulled free of his embrace.
It was mid-morning by the time Brenda got home. The mailman was out doing his rounds, and some of the children on the block had already organized a game of kickball. So she was surprised to find Bobby still in bed.
"Wake up, sleepy head!" she said as she pulled the bedclothes back.
"Huh?" A very sleepy Bobby sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Well, well... what's this?" Brenda reached over Bobby and picked up a tiny pair of bikini panties.
She tossed them at him. He missed, and they landed on the floor in a little heap. "I did a little entertaining last night," he said, grinning.
"So I see. And who's the lucky girl?"
"Cara Wilkerson."
"Really? She's nearly five years older than you, isn't she?" Brenda asked in surprise. A tall, slender red head with eye-popping curves, she worked as a clerk in the grocery store after school.
"Four years older," Bobby corrected.
"Tell me about her," Brenda said, her eyes lighting up with a lewd sparkle.
Bobby smiled and leaned forward. He knew Brenda loved to play kiss and tell. "Well, I've been going to the store a lot, talking to her, you know. And I finally invited her over to watch some videos."
"Good move," Brenda said as she reached behind her and unzipped her dress.
"They were those movies you and I watched the other night."
"Yes, I remember." Brenda shivered with excitement just thinking about them, lots of beautiful bodies fucking in every possible position and combination.
"Anyway, Cara got really hot, so I felt her up."
"What were her tits like?" Brenda slipped her dress down and off her shoulders, and unhooked her push-up bra. Her big, beautiful tits bounced into view, flushed with her mounting excitement.
Bobby gazed at his mother's succulent tit flesh, then reached out for it, sliding his palms under the heavy under swells.
"Her tits aren't nearly as big and beautiful as yours, Mom, but they sure are pretty. They have little freckles all over them, and the nipples are so big, they're like hubcaps." He leaned down and sucked Brenda's right nipple into his mouth, sinking his teeth very gently into it.
"Aaaugh!" Brenda groaned, her eyes rolling upward.
Bobby was pleased with Brenda's response. Reluctantly, he let her nipple slip from his mouth so he could continue his story. But he continued to knead and caress her tits.
"Anyway," he continued, "I sucked on her tits, and she was rolling on the floor, groaning and crying. She was really hot, so I reached down and felt how wet her panties were, and I knew we were going to fuck."
Brenda was breathing hard. Hot pussy juice dribbled out between her cunt lips and pooled in her panties. She raised the hem of her dress, pulling the fabric up aver her crotch, exposing first her long, pale legs and then the delicate black lace of her panties.
"Was she as wet as me?" she murmured, spreading her legs wide, so a few pale curls peeked out from the lace.
Bobby smiled at her, dropping his hands from her tits down to her widespread cunt. He pressed his fingers to the crotch of her panties, and she whimpered with excitement.
His fingers came away coated with syrupy cunt cream.
"No, not quite as wet as you," he said, and he reached for the waistband of her panties and tugged down.
Brenda's cunt-hair, now fully revealed, glistened in the light. Bobby licked his lips.
"What happened next?" she asked as she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs even farther apart so that Bobby could see right up into the dark pink recesses of her pussy.
He licked his lips again. His prick was standing up so erect that the head was beating against his belly.
"We came in here," he continued, his voice gruff with lust. "We came in here, and I took all of her clothes off. She had a really thick red cunt-bush."
"Mmmmhhh..." Brenda visualized Bobby running his fingers through the girl's cunt hair, and her clit shuddered with excitement.
"I wanted to get her even more excited, so I started eating her out," Bobby said. "She didn't want me to at first, but finally she let me, and boy, did she go wild!"
Brenda was running her finger up and down her own cunt, from down by her asshole all the way to her clit. With each stroke, she grew more excited.
"Finally," Bobby said, "when I got her really hot, I put it to her. I fucked into her."
"Oh Christ, Bobby!" Brenda gasped. "Was she tight? Was she wet and tight?"
"Yeah, she was real tight. And she was cherry."
"Oh God! Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me!" Brenda cried as visions of Bobby screwing the pretty girl filled her brain.
He mounted her eagerly, pressing his lips to hers, letting his thick slab of prick meat pulse against her cunt-mound.
She slid her hands around him, resting them on his smooth, muscular ass cheeks. Then she began to hump up at him, sliding her cunt-mound around and around beneath his prick.
"Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me!" she begged. He was only too glad to oblige. Raising himself off of her, he reached down and touched her pussy lips, spreading them wide to make room from his prick.
"Oh yes, baby, yes!"
He slid forward, and his prick head jammed up against the notch of her cunt. She squealed with excitement, digging her fingernails into his ass.
"Now, Bobby!" she groaned.
Grunting, he lunged forward, shafting his prick in deep.
"Oh Christ!" Brenda wailed, clenching his ass so roughly that she left little half-moon depressions where her nails dug in.
Bobby held still for several moments, luxuriating in the velvety grip of her cunt around his cock. Then he began to withdraw. Inch by inch, his prick emerged from the sweet warm depths of his mother's pussy.
Brenda made powerful swiveling motions with her hips, inviting him back inside her needy cunt, and at last Bobby thrust forward again, driving in to the hilt, only to withdraw and drive in again.
Brenda was delirious with excitement. In her mind, Bobby and David and she and Cara were all mixed up together. It was as if she were experiencing pleasure for all four of them.
