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.