Chapter 4
Brenda crossed the barnyard barefooted. She paid no attention to the gravelly ground under her feet. She danced over sharp stones, found them stimulating. Her thirty-six-year-old feet were tough. In the last eighteen years, ever since Fred had brought her here to the ranch, she'd only rarely worn shoes.
And before Scott was born, and up until he was about four, she would often wear nothing at all as she ran around the ranch doing her chores. Those first six years of her marriage to Fred were the best of her life. She'd never felt more free. She missed those days-and so did Fred.
In those days Fred would come home from the fields-riding the pickup or tractor if he'd been haying, riding a horse if he'd been out on the range checking on the cattle-and Brenda would be there to greet him with her bare-naked sun-tanned body. Her gyrating ass was bronze. Her bouncing tits were bronze. Her big nipples stood up almost purple in the late-afternoon sun. And, as always, her long straight hair shined like spun gold as it trailed all the way to her waspish little waist. Her hair, which had been chestnut-brown all her life, bleached to a beautiful wheat-yellow under the big sunny skies and fresh air of Montana.
One look at Brenda, this super-built little ranch-Amazon, naked and ripe as a filly in heat, and Fred would yank out those aching ten inches of cock between his legs and lay her right there in the barnyard. And Brenda loved it!
Brenda could always tell when Fred was about due home. She could scent that big stud-cock of his a mile off. And then her pussy would begin to drool. And by the time Fred pulled into the yard, she'd be wet from pussy to ankles. A stream of her sweet pussyjuice would be sliding down the inside of each of her long smooth legs, and her bronze thighs would slide against each other when she walked as if they were oiled.
When Fred caught sight of her luscious sex-juiced legs, the first thing he'd do would be to drop to his knees and lick his sexy young wife clean from ankles to crotch. Oh, those were the days!
Brenda bounced into the kitchen and plopped her bucket of fresh wild strawberries down on the red-checkered table top. The strawberries were big and plump this year-like a young girl's nipples, Brenda liked to think. She'd been out picking them all morning, where they grew thick, near the cotton woods that lined the river.
She looked down at her bare feet. Her toes were reddish-pink from stepping on strawberries. She thought of Fred. If he was home right now he'd be down on his knees sucking her sexy toes until she juiced out an orgasm from his sucking alone. Fred loved to suck her toes. And right now they looked just as luscious as those big strawberries.
Brenda popped a berry into her mouth. Delicious! They'd make a fine dessert tonight with a little honey dribbled on top and lots of fresh cold cream. Or better yet, gobs of fresh warm cream from her men. At least the three girls would appreciate strawberries with fresh jism on top.
Fred, Scott, and Matty would each jack off on a dish of berries, and then Jenny, Carla, and herself would draw lots to see which girl got which guy's jism. Not that it mattered, all her men tasted about the same-oh, young Matty maybe tasted a little sweeter than did his brother or his dad. And all her men had huge cocks-at least ten inches long! Both sons had cocks the spitting images of their father's -fat, long, and beautiful!
Brenda dumped the berries into her old metal colander to rinse them off with cool well water before setting them inside the refrigerator to chill. As she rinsed the berries, she smiled to herself. She thought of Carla. She hadn't seen her niece since the girl was five or six years old. Now she was older -the same age as her own Jenny. She couldn't wait to see Carla. Did Carla resemble Bernice, her mother, or Billy, her father? What would Carla think of a dish of strawberries topped with fresh cum? If Carla was anything like Bernice, she'd run to the sheriff over cum-topped strawberries. If she was anything like Billy-the sexy devil!-she'd gobble them up and cry for more.
Billy! He'd be thirty-four now. Brenda hadn't seen him since he was a teenager. Ten years ago, when Brenda had made the long journey back to her Minnesota hometown to visit Bernice and Carla and other friends and family, she'd been disappointed to find her little humper out of town on business.
She'd never forget those days with Billy prior to her marriage with Fred. Billy's eight-inch cock may have been dwarfed compared to Fred's, but Billy knew how to make his young loins hum. When Billy humped, Brenda felt not only that she had a cock inside her, but a vibrator as well. Those were the days!
Brenda missed Billy during those early years being married to Fred. Fred had that big cock, but he was lazy with it. He made Brenda do all the work. It was only about four years ago that Brenda began to enjoy a real humming cock once again. And Scotty not only had the over-excited loins of a young teenager, but a ten-inch prick between his legs as well. Oh, Scotty! He'd still be humming those teenage loins for a few years yet, before he got lazy like his father. And then there'd be Matty -sexy little Matty! Matty was a charmer, cute as a raisin, horny as a billy goat. Hung, if anything, a half-inch longer than either his father or his brother. And his loins hummed like a turbine.
Matty was the cream of the crop. All the best genes of Brenda and Fred had gone into making Matty, and Matty seemed to realize it. He was a cocky, mischievous little devil if there ever was one!
Brenda stored the berries in the refrigerator. As she closed the refrigerator door she realized that she was hot. All this daydreaming about Billy, Fred and her two sons was getting her worked up. The crotch of her tight bluejeans was all wet, and she wasn't wearing any panties underneath to sop up some of the juice. She wouldn't mind getting her jeans all wet and smelly on any ordinary day, but today Carla was arriving, and until she knew where Carla's head was at regarding sex, Brenda had to play it cool. She couldn't have Carla waltzing into the kitchen and smelling cunt the first thing, nor could she have Matty trying to mount the girl the moment she stepped out of the pickup.
Brenda had been harping at the dinner table all week about how they were to act civilly toward Carla when she arrived. And if Carla turned out to be a holier-than-thou priss, then so be it. They were all to respect her, and all sex around the ranch was to be curtailed until she was gone. No exceptions.
Brenda trusted Fred, Scott and Jenny completely. No worries about them. But as for Matty, there was no telling what might happen. She'd actually considered taking Matty to town and having the sheriff lock him up in jail for the week of Carla's stay. That would cost money, though, and the little prick was bound to put enough cum-stains on the cell walls and his mattress that they'd have to pay to have the mattress replaced and the cell walls painted besides. Then, out of spite, the little devil might jack off right on the sheriff's dress uniform. Jesus! No way! Matty would stay home-come what may.
Brenda kept her fingers crossed.
The screen door burst open, and in charged Jenny, looking like she'd just been shot. Her white shorts and white T-shirt were drenched and spattered with red. Her cheeks and nose looked bloody.
For a moment, Brenda's heart stopped, and she nearly burst into a scream. But the smell of crushed strawberries was so overpowering that she instantly realized that what she thought was blood was actually strawberry juice.
"It was Matty and Peter, Mom," Jenny said, looking down at herself. "They ruined my outfit. As soon as you left the strawberry patch, they jumped me like a couple of Indians and rolled me in the patch. And then they grabbed my bucket and blasted me with all the strawberries I'd picked. And they were naked, Mom, both of 'em, naked as savages."
Jenny told her story matter-of-factly. Having grown up in this wild family, she'd learned to accept small tragedies like this without getting overly upset.
Brenda shook her head. "That boy! I think we'd be best off staking him out on an ant hill and being done with him sometimes. Well, honey, I think you'd be best off getting upstairs for a bath. Dad and Scott will be home soon to go pick up Carla at the bus station, and if you wanna go along, you'd better hurry. Put on one of your old outfits. Cousin Carla will never know the difference."
Golden-haired Jenny, a near-exact replica of her mother except that she was shorter, flew out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs on the balls of her bare feet. The sweet scent of strawberries lingered behind her.
Back to business at hand, Brenda peeled off her jeans. The kitchen air nipped at her wet crotch. There was only one thing to do-wash her pussy, rinse out the crotch of her jeans, and slip on a pair of panties while her jeans dried in the sun. She began by rinsing her jeans in the kitchen sink.
That boy! she thought while she worked. And his friend Peter was no better. Peter was the only neighbor kid within miles, and he and Matty practically lived together. They were both young teenagers and like twin brothers.
Brenda had called Peter's mother to see if Matty could stay with Peter during Carta's visit here, but Peter's mother had merely laughed.
"Peter alone has about drove me to the asylum," she said. "And now you want me to take in that wild young 'un of yours for a week besides?" She burst into a wild lunatic laugh and hung up without another word.
Brenda was slightly ticked, but she couldn't really blame the poor woman.
The screen door opened and in marched the little devil himself, his white teeth glinting, his dark eyes glowing like suns. His turned-up little nose was dotted with freckles. His cut-off shorts rode so low on his hips that a few wisps of his shiny pubic hair showed above the waistband. These shorts were all he wore in summer-when he wore anything!
"Hey, Ma," he said. "What's for lunch?" He eyed her naked ass and legs.
"Don't 'hey, Ma' me," Brenda said. She faced him, her hands on her hips. "You and Peter ruined Jenny's new outfit."
"It was Pete's idea," Matty said. He eyed her cunt and licked his lips. His young cock crawled out the right leg of his shorts like a big snake and snapped straight up in the air, twitching. The boy was absolutely shameless.
Brenda tried to ignore her son's cock. "I'll just bet it was," she said. "Nothing's ever your idea." She was trying to sound angry, but her voice trembled. One look at her son's ten-and-a-half-inch cock and she felt herself melting. There was nothing she could do to prevent the feeling. Warm cunt juice began trickling down her legs.
Matty was on his hands and knees in a second. His hot tongue caught the stream of pussyjuice at her right knee, and he licked straight up the inner surface of her trembling right thigh until he reached her cunt. Then he went to her left leg and did the same.
His hot little tongue churned against her sensitive skin. His cute little nose slid up her leg in front of his tongue, and when he pulled his face away, his nose dripped with juice.
"Oh, Ma," he moaned. "Oh, Ma, you turn me on."
He wrapped his arms around her hips, filled his hot hands with her assflesh, and mashed his face up against her spread crotch. His experienced young tongue came out in a flash and licked up and down the fat, inflamed slit-edges of her furry pussylips.
The feeling was exquisite! Brenda grabbed her son's warm young head and pressed it to her cunt. "Suck me, Matty," she groaned. "Suck my cunt!"
Matty's tongue* slipped up her cunt. His sharp young teeth gnawed into her hot, spongy pussylips. His strong little fingers dug into her sexy ass. One stray finger twisted against her moist asshole. The boy set his mouth against her open cunt and sucked at it like a leech. The boy wanted to suck out her guts. He was a hungry little animal.
"Oh, Matty, yesss! Oh, Matty, yesss! Suck my pussy, honey. Suck Mama's pussy. Ohhh, honey, baby, darling, mmmmmm!"
Brenda felt her whole body swaying in rhythm to her son's hungry cuntsucking. She heard him slurping and munching. His wet little tongue zipped back and forth, in and out of her quivering cunt. It filed her clit mercilessly. When he slipped it back inside her, he screwed it and twirled it until Brenda thought she'd scream.
Brenda clung to her son's golden head and humped her hot loins. She lifted up and down on her strawberry-red toes. She dragged the toenails of her right foot along Matty's smooth bronze calf. Balancing on one leg, she shoved her bare foot down the ass of her son's shorts. His hot little asscheeks quivered under her sole. She slid her big toe down his asscrack and played with his hole. The moist litte hole seemed to kiss her hot toe like a set of lips.
Matty groaned. He twisted his head from side to side. He munched at her cunt as if it were the succulent meat of a ripe cantaloupe.
"Oh, Ma," he muttered. "Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, you taste so good!"
Brenda set her right foot back on the floor. She held fast to her son's head. She couldn't hold on much longer. No girl or woman could withstand much of Matty's cuntsucking without coming. The boy was good, the best she'd ever had.
Matty wrapped his arms around Brenda's thighs and forced them closer together. With his knees, he pulled her calves closer together. Then he wrapped his arms around her ass once more and burrowed at her cunt with his young face. His pert nose rubbed at her clit. His long tongue probed at the depths of her cunt, licking out every hot spongy cunt-fold. He chewed her burning pussylips, his sharp teeth sending electric thrills through her flesh. He smooched and munched and muttered.
Brenda was close. Another few sucks and she'd be gushing.
Matty set his lips and sucked hard. His hot cock found the tight space between Brenda's calves, and the boy began humping, sliding his young prick back and forth between his mother's smooth sexy calves.
The touch of Matty's hot prick to her flesh was too much. All the swirling sensations that had been mounting in her loins condensed in her pussy for one excruciating moment. Brenda gasped. The moment had arrived. She came.
"Ohhhhhh, Matty, Matty, yessss! I'm coming!
I'm coming!"
Matty humped his cock at high speed. He sucked hard, swallowing down the juice gushing from his mother's spasming cunt. He groaned.
Brenda breathed hard and fast. She whimpered out little female cries of ecstasy. She felt so good she almost wept. Her charged ass rotated uncontrollably. She scoured her young son's face with her gushing, spasming cunt.
Matty choked. He gasped for breath. He clawed at his mother's hot asscheeks. His bucking young cock hummed between Brenda's calves like an electric saber saw. Juice rolled down Brenda's smooth calves.
As Brenda's orgasm subsided, she gained control of herself once more and pushed Matty away from her. The entranced youth toppled over backwards onto the green-and-white-checkered kitchen linoleum. His face was flushed nearly purple, and it gleamed with his mother's pussyjuice. He panted, gasping for breath. His huge cock stood perfectly vertical as it protruded from the right leg of his shorts. Cum dribbled down the swollen purple cockhead and rolled down the quivering shaft.
"Ohhh, Ma," the boy whined, "I was almost coming."
Brenda clamped her pussy shut hard by crossing her long beautiful legs and squeezing them together. A few flickers of orgasm still tickled her cunt. She panted, wriggling still with the tingling sensations.
"You don't deserve to come, young man, after what you did to Jenny. Today, of all days, I thought you'd behave."
Now that Brenda's pussy was satisfied and she'd regained some control of her desires, she knew she had some chance to discipline the boy. For a few minutes at least, he'd be unable to hypnotize her with that big sexy cock of his. And as long as she kept her eyes off it, she'd be able to keep control.
"Aw, Ma, I didn't mean any harm," the boy said, giving her his cutest, most innocent pout. "But anyway, Ma, I sure am sorry." He smiled at her adorably.
Brenda was torn between throwing her arms around the boy and petting him until he cooed, and paddling his smart little ass. She decided she'd better paddle him before he regained the edge.
"Off with your shorts, smarty," she said. "Then lie across my knees."
Matty frowned. "Yessum," he whispered. He dropped his tiny shorts and stood before his mother, naked. His monstrous prick stood out from his skinny brown loins at a forty-five degree angle and it jerked like a fly rod.
Brenda seated her naked ass on a chair she'd pulled out from the kitchen table and patted her thighs. "Come on, little boy. Your tender little ass needs paddling."
Matty lay across her knees, his ripe young asscheeks forming a pretty mound for Brenda's eyes. His torso hung forward, his hands braced against the linoleum. His legs hung back, his brown toes hugging the floor. His hot cock stuck down between Brenda's legs, and Brenda clamped it tightly to secure the boy for the paddling.
The boy's ass was adorable, like a set of small bronze grapefruit. His pink asshole quivered between the cheeks. His asscrack was moist with boyish sweat, and Brenda could smell it. Brenda had all she could do to keep, from licking up and down the succulent little furrow. She loved her son. She'd rather kiss and lick and chew his beautiful young ass than paddle it, but he needed the spanking more right now.
The boy's horny cock throbbed between her legs. The arteries along its topside fluttered against her left knee. The big thing felt so goddamned sexy! Lord, if she didn't get this thing over with quickly, she'd be fucking him rather than spanking him.
She raised her arm and let her bare hand fall. Whack!
"Owieeeee!" Matty cried.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Owieee! Owieeee! Owieeeeee!" The boy squirmed, his naked young body beginning to sweat.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Brenda let her bare hand fall harder and harder.
Her hand tingled. Her wrist began to ache.
"Oh, Ma! Oh, Ma! Please, Ma! Owieeeeeeee! Ohhhhhh!"
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The boy was going to get fifty good ones-twenty-five on each glowing little asscheek. Maybe he'd think twice before pulling his next prank.
"Stop, Ma! It hurts! Oh, jeez! Ouch! Ouch! Owieeee!" The boy wriggled as if trying to yank his cock out from between his mother's clamped knees to free himself. His red young ass quivered and contracted under Brenda's slaps. His cock throbbed hard with each loud blow his mother delivered.
Forty! Forty-one! Forty-two! Forty-three! Brenda was beginning to enjoy this. Her right hand had gotten so sore that she'd switched to using her left. Number fifty was coming up. Hell, she thought, twenty-five extra for good measure wouldn't hurt! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Faster and faster and faster she spanked.
Matty's teenage ass shined like a cockhead. As he writhed, all the long muscles of his smooth young body danced like snakes. "Ohhhh, Ma! Please, Ma!" he continued to whine. "Owieeeee! Oooooooh! Ohhhhhh! Uh! Uh! Mmmm!"
As number seventy-five approached, Brenda let go with both hands, paddling her naked son's ass with a barrage of slaps. The boy's ass sizzled. His young body tensed like a diver's about to enter the water.
"Ohhhhhh, Maaaaaa!" he cried. "Jeeeeeeez! I'm coming!" Jets of jism like volcanic lava streamed down the insides of Brenda's calves. The stuff was so hot it almost burned. Within seconds, Brenda's legs and ankles were drenched with cum. The hot stuff rolled under her arches and warmed the soles of her bare feet.
Brenda had never been more surprised in her life. Matty's spasming dick felt like a hot, throbbing water balloon between her legs as it shot.
"Oh, Matty, darling, sweetheart!" she gasped, suddenly wrapping her arms around her son's heaving ass to steady him. She lay her cheeks against his hot, glowing ass and kissed it all over. Then she licked up and down his sweet asscrack, tasting his sweat, and tickling his dilating little asshole with her tongue-tip.
Matty groaned and whimpered, shooting an endless load of steaming boyjism down his mother's legs.
Brenda smiled to herself. What was she going to do with this boy?
When Matty was finished shooting, he toppled off Brenda's knees and lay on the floor, panting. "What's for lunch, Ma? I'm starved."
Brenda shook her head. "We were going to have strawberries, but you took care of them when you dumped Jenny's pailful over her. Now, I want you to get back out to the patch and fill up Jenny's pail again while Dad and Scotty and Jenny go to town to pick up cousin Carla. And if you're so starved, eat strawberries. But don't come home till that pail is full. Hear me?"
Matty's jaw dropped. His eyes looked like a sad clown's. "But Ma, I was gonna go to town, too!"
"No buts. Get up and get out to that strawberry patch."
Matty struggled forlornly to his feet and trudged toward the door, his shorts dangling from one hand.
"Put on those shorts before you step out of this house, young man. And you'll leave them on all the while Carla is here. And if you don't behave yourself while cousin Carla is here-remember your promises-you'll be out on the range alone with the cattle the rest of this summer. Hear?"
"Yessum," Matty said, squeezing his round little asscheeks into his tight, holey shorts. He stepped out the door.
The moment Brenda heard the boy pick up his berry bucket and trot off over the gravelly barnyard, she began catching up handfuls of his sweet cum and devouring it. Sweetest cream in the world!