"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.