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.