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.