The Family Ranch - Chapter 5
Wendy wandered aimlessly around the ranch most of the afternoon, feeling both satisfied after months of not getting fucked, and ashamed of herself for acting like a whore and fucking Brad the way she did. She still had not found Jason, but wasn't even looking for him now. She was lost in thought. She reflected on her mother's comments about fucking the younger generation and how much better it was. Her mother was right, at least in this one instance. Brad was certainly the best fuck she had gotten in years. Maybe the best ever. Then she thought about fucking her son, the way her mom fucks her brother. She had to admit that it made her pussy wet when she let herself go and really think about it. He was handsome, she knew he was hung, although that was not so important to her, and she loved him and his personality and overall character. Those were all good elements to having great sex. But could she do it? Could she really fuck her son? On the other hand, she knew sooner or later her mother would accomplish exactly that. Did she want to be the first family fuck of his life or let her mother have him first? What would he think? More importantly, what would he want?
She was so lost in thought that she nearly walked right into her mother. Wendy immediately hung her head.
"What's wrong, dear?" her mother asked with genuine concern.
"I just made a complete ass of myself with the groom, Brad."
"Making an ass of yourself never hurt anyone other than their pride," Ruth replied. "Want to tell me about it?"
"I walked in and his boyish charm took me by surprise and I just fucked him in the stall without thinking about it, mom! What kind of trash am I?!"
"My kind of trash, I suspect, honey. But he has that way with women. The good looks, lean frame, friendly, almost innocent demeanor - makes a woman gush her panties. I fucked him right after the interview. Fuck him once a week or so. He ain't got the biggest dick on the ranch, but he knows how to use it as well as anyone here. Have at him. He likes it. What man doesn't? I use him whenever I get the chance. Enjoy! You aren't trash. And I told you that the younger generation makes for better sex. Speaking of the younger generation, I really enjoyed you girls this morning and your brother will be home this evening. If he has good news, we probably won't join the rest of you for dinner." She winked at Wendy after that last comment and walked off as Wendy shook her head and smiled.
Wendy smiled with a little relief as well that at least one person would not judge her for the sudden hormonal overload. She went back to looking for Jason. She had never really given her mother's lifestyle much serious consideration, but now she could see that it at least had some merits. That is, as long as it was kept out of the public focus. It could be a disaster if that happened. Then her mind returned to Jason. Life on the ranch would almost necessitate fucking family, otherwise, the person would be something of an outcast. He had already fucked Susie, but that was somewhat to be expected. And they were only cousins. Could he go along with fucking his mother and his grandmother? Wendy suspected something had already happened between him and Marti, but she didn't get the impression it was actually sex.
Jason had been wandering around the ranch most of the day, getting better acquainted with each of the facilities around the ranch and the purpose they served. Late in the afternoon, he walked into the last barn. It was smaller than most of the others. It had four stalls on one side and what looked like a lab and an office on the other. At the stall farthest from the entrance he used, was a woman with her back to him. She was tall, slim, straight, light brown hair that was so long it nearly covered ass. She wore tight fitting jeans and western style boots and tight tank top with spaghetti style straps over the shoulders. When she turned to see who had walked in, he noticed she was not wearing a bra, had smaller, B-cup tits and her pert nipples were poking through the fabric, making their presence known to anyone who took the time to look. She looked to be roughly his age. His face brightened to meet someone closer to his own age.
"Hi, can I help you?" she said, more business-like than he had expected.
"I'm Jason. Just visiting and roaming the ranch getting familiar with the place. I don't really need anything."
"I'm Ronda. And I would say you need to upgrade your clothing choices if you plan to hang around here very long. Nylon shorts and tennis shoes don't work very well on a ranch."
Jason was a little put off by her quick judgment and criticism, but he had to admit that she was right.
"I have noticed that nearly everyone here wears western style boots, jeans and usually a comfortable looking shirt of some kind," he said, trying to appear more interested and observant than he really had been.
"You must be Ruth's grandson. I heard she had family visiting for a few days. Glad to meet you."
Jason looked around at the tack and other fixtures in the barn. "Most of the barns all seem to be equipped in generally the same way. Are you another of the grooms handling the horses?"
Ronda rolled her eyes and pointed at the sign hanging on the wall just inside the entrance. "Veterinarian" it read. I am the vet here on the ranch. I take care of all the minor injuries, vaccinations to every a****l on the ranch and otherwise make sure any creature with more than two legs and two brain cells stays as healthy as possible. So I won't be seeing to your needs on either account," said Ronda with wicked grin.
Jason hung his head in shame at the strong put down. "I didn't mean to offend. And yes, this is my first time on a ranch. I had no idea what to expect. But everyone has been very friendly and patient - until I walked in here. Since you are busy and don't have time for the two-legged variety of a****l, I will leave you to your work. I'll come back when I have learned more and have a better wardrobe.
Ronda's shoulders sagged as she turned her back on him and then turned around again. "I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't mean to come across as such a bitch. I am 29 years old and every man I encounter here thinks I am 18 or 19 and too dumb to be good for anything other than currying a horse or fucking them. I have been her six months now and getting a little tired of that kind of bullshit. Let's start again, shall we?"
Jason smiled, "Sure. Now, what kind of boots do you recommend? Is there a better brand of them or of jeans that I should consider for working on a ranch?"
"Are you really going to be working on this ranch, or are you just going to be recreating here for the rest of your life?" Ronda was getting sarcastic again. "I'm sorry. Again. Damn! Sometimes I have to admit that I am actually a bitch."
"You don't strike me as being a bitch. Too much to do and very little respect maybe, but not a bitch. I heard you talking to the horse when I came in like he was a friend of yours. Bitches don't do that - even with a****ls. And I noticed your hair and how long it is. When you turned around, and it d****d over your shoulder and down your front, it made me think of Lady Godiva."
"Lady who?" Ronda asked.
"Lady Godiva. She was the wife of nobleman and she was opposed to his oppressive taxes on their people. So she rode a horse through the town naked in protest of her husband's taxes with only her hair covering her private areas . The men were required to stay inside and away from the windows as she did it to protect her dignity. But she made her point."
Ronda laughed. "Ok, so are you saying I should ride through the ranch naked in protest of the lack of respect or are you coming on to me and saying you think I would simply look good naked on a horse?"
"Neither. Well, no that's not right. I mean...well shit, Ronda. I am telling you your hair and the horse reminded me of the story. I am not coming on to you, but you are beautiful and you would look good naked on or off a horse. Now that I am in need of a doctor to help me get my feet out of my mouth and you won't treat me, I will leave and not return. Have a good day, Ronda."
Jason turned, red faced, and headed for the barn door. Ronda called after him.
"When you get a decent pair of pants and boots, come back and see me. Maybe I will try on the Lady What's Her Name wardrobe for you!"
Jason smiled and stepped out just as his mother was approaching.
"Where have you been all day, son? I have been looking around for you for a good couple of hours."
Wendy wasn't mad, but she was a little frustrated.
"Why didn't you just call me? I have my cell phone on me." Jason responded.
Wendy wondered why she had not thought of the cell phone. For years, that had been their number one way of communicating. Now it didn't even cross her mind. The ranch was messing with her brain. She laughed at herself.
"I guess the ranch has a way of taking you back to basics. I haven't picked up my cell phone since we got here."
They began walking around the main sections of the ranch together and Wendy outlined the offer made by her mother. Jason listened intently, but showed little indication of how he felt about it. Finally, his mom told him that Marti and Susie were both going to give it a shot for a few months.
"Mom, I love it here. To be honest, I feel like this is where I belong. Yeah, I want to give it a shot too."
"Son, there are a few things you need to know about our family. You have experienced at least one of them already."
"You mean fucking the relatives, don't you." he said, making a statement, not asking a question.
"Well, yes, to be painfully blunt. Fucking the relatives. The best I can tell you is that doing so seems to be part of the package. You aren't limited to family, but they are included. That will probably mean your grandma is one of them. We haven't lived that way before or even talked that way. Screwing your cousin is more or less one thing. Screwing other family members is something else. What do you think about that concept?"
"Mom...Our first night here, Aunt Marti had me blow a load on her when she was half drunk. Susie came from your room naked as a newborn and her face was shiny wet. I kinda figured some of this out real soon. And I have heard grandma say some things that clued me in as well. Grandma is a good looking woman. I hardly know her and grandma is sort of a given name more than really a relationship for me. I can handle that. Susie is obvious and Marti, well, yeah. No problems there."
Jason paused for a moment. "I know Susie and her mother get it on some. Susie is an open book and when she came in the other night, she crawled into bed with her mother and, well, never mind. Does that mean you and me will...are we going to, you know?"
"Is that the way you would want it to be? You and me, you know...?"
"You more than all the others, mom. If that creeps you out too much, I would never..."
"Honey, I think you and I should go back to the ranch house, shower and dinner in my room this evening. We have so much to do." Wendy and Jason walked toward the ranch house, hand in hand, fingers intertwined like boyfriend and girlfriend. Jason's cock was making a tent of his nylon shorts.
*****
Ron arrived at the ranch around 5 pm. He had called his mother from the airport when he landed, but refused to tell her anything in detail, only that he had good news. He went straight to her room. There were two sitting chairs facing each other with Ruth sitting in one and she motioned for him to sit in the other. She was wearing an emerald green silk robe, floor length, tied at the waist. The only thing showing was her black nylon covered feet. Ron sat down and proceeded to tell his mother all of the details and showed her the signed contract.
Ruth was ecstatic. They were going to now be in great shape financially for the foreseeable future.
"Get your fucking clothes off, Ron. I have a special treat for you. This gives us the time to get our other business venture going in the way it should be started - carefully and quietly. Oh, it is going to be so grand! And your sisters and Jason and Susie are all on board. We are going to make a dynasty of this business!"
Ron was undressed and boned up, already leaking pre-cum from the end of his cock.
"I can see you are as excited as I am, son. Now sit down and lean back while I take care of the first treatment of that swollen tool of yours." Ruth stood up and removed her robe and sat back down, naked except for the garter and black nylons the garter held up. She stretched out her legs and placed both feet on his cock and began stroking his long pole with both feet. She let the nylon slide along his sensitive underside and he breathed heavily as he watched her beautiful feet glide up and down his rigid pole. His hands caressed her feet as he reveled in the feel of the nylon on his cock and against his hands. His hands ran up and down the calves of her legs as she intently watched his face as she foot jerked his cock. If Ron had one fetish, it was nylon covered feet on his cock. It was the only way he could not control himself. Within a few short minutes, he was ready to cum. The first shot landed in the middle of his chest. Ruth put her toes over the head of his cock before the second shot escaped and each time he squirted, it went between her toes and coated the soles of her feet. When he had finished, both of her feet were covered in cum. He kissed and licked her toes, tasting his own cum in the process. Ruth's pussy was soaking wet as was the cushion on which she sat. She stood up and took him by the hand, leading him to her bed. She left wet foot prints on the hardwood floor as she walked, a trail of his cum left to dry on the floor.
She lay back on the bed and put her wet feet on his shoulders as he went to work licking her pussy and tasting the deliciousness of her wet slit. By the time she had cum twice on his tongue, his cock was hard again and moved on top of her. Ruth wrapped her legs around his waist and guided his cock head to her opening. He began to dive into her love canal and they fucked slowly at first, then fast for awhile, then slowly again. They had learned what the other really enjoyed and they made the most of it. Her large tits pressed against his body and her hands roamed his ass. She called him loving names, degrading names, begged him to fuck her, whispered a desire for him to make love to her. For him it was like fucking several women at once. Different sides of her personality came through when they fucked and each had its own attraction to him. When she came, it was always intense. She would scream and groan and cry. Her finger nails would dig into his back. Her back would arch and she would thrash around underneath him. Then it would subside and she would return to her normal self and begin fucking again until the next wave washed over her. Then Ron came, and he would flood her to overflowing, always leaving a significant puddle on the sheets below.
Ruth, when they finished, would usually lay on top of him and tease his cock to stiffness again by rubbing her thighs on his cock until it responded. Their fuck sessions, at least once a week, would often last for hours. He would usually cum three of four times and she would cum at least 10 or 12 times. He had never encountered a woman with the stamina his mother had. Although as he thought about, Belinda might and showed signs of it the night before. Before Ron had finished for the night, he had filled his mother's mouth, pussy and ass with cum and she had drenched every inch of his face and midsection with her own juices.
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Just down the hall from the escapades of Ron and his mother, another mother-son relationship was being cemented. Wendy took Jason to her room where room service had been requested and delivered. They ate quietly, neither really all that hungry because of what they were really hungry for. But they worked their way through dinner and gazed nervously into each other's eyes.
Jason made the first move when he stood up and offered his mother his hand to help her stand. He played some soft, romantic music on his phone and they danced some slow dances together as they listened. It couldn't last too long, because Jason's boner was getting in the way. Wendy moved her hand from Jason's shoulder and let it rest on the protrusion from his nylon shorts. Wrapping the nylon in her hand around his cock, she tugged on it as she looked up into his eyes. He leaned in and kissed her deeply and ran his hands down over her tight, round ass. Breathing intensified for both of them and Wendy pushed Jason's shorts down over his ass and his cock sprang free. Her hands now touched the bare skin of his shaft and she gave it all kinds of stimulation.
Wendy let go and stood back slightly so that her son could undress her. He removed her top and then her bra and marveled at her beautiful, large, perfect tits. He went to his knees and unfastened her shorts and pulled them to the floor and then removed her panties. She had a neatly and short-cropped mound of hair above her pussy and he took in the female fragrance she emitted. He put his face up to her pussy lips and began run his tongue along her opening and she whimpered at the sensation. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently and then giving her the best tongue job he had to offer. Wendy came repeatedly as he refused to stop. He had often dreamed of and jerked off to the thought of fucking his mother and he wanted this to be even better than those dreams. Everything he did was going to be for the sole purpose of pleasing her.
He licked it, then tongue fucked it, sucked on her clit, lapped at it top to bottom and then side to side. She could finally take no more and begged him to stop. When he did, she pulled him on top of her and rolled over, changing positions. Knowing there would be more when it came to his cock, she went to work sucking on the huge member staring back at her. With two hands sliding up and down, there was still more than a mouthful for her to suck on and she did so with the same gusto he had used to eat her pussy. The suction was intense as was the firm stroking on his rod. She moved one hand from his shaft to do all sorts of things to his balls. She rolled them, gripped them, tugged on them in their sac, all the while sucking as hard as she could on his knob. She marveled at his length and the thickness of his huge cock and desperately wanted it in her, but first, she was going to make him spray his cum down her throat. Jason's moaning intensified and just as his hands found the back of her head, he lurched a little and shot the first thick stream of cum at the back of her throat. Wendy swallowed and was ready for more. She took shot after shot, swallowing all of it until he eased his unintentional grip on her head and his body went limp under her. She crawled on top of him and kissed him and they spent the next 30 minutes just fondling and touching each other.
As she expected, Jason was soon ready for another round and Wendy was preparing herself for the biggest cock she had ever fucked. She stayed on top of him and slid her body down his until she felt him poking her in the general area. She reached between her legs and guided his stiff cock to her opening and then began to take him an inch or two at a time. She propped herself up by placing her hands on his chest and he cupped her large tits in his hands as she began to ride his rod. She enjoyed the very long slow strokes that would nearly result in him popping out of her and then she would slam her body down on his. The pleasure of those long stroked and sudden penetrations took her breath away. Once she developed a rhythm to it, she picked up the pace and had someone been sitting behind her, they would not have believed the depth to which she could take such a massive cock. But Wendy was fucking it for all she was worth, not about to be outdone by any other woman ever - on this ranch or anywhere else in the world. She was determined to be the best fuck he had ever had or ever would have. She may not be the only fuck, but whenever someone said "fuck" she would make sure it was her face and her body he would think of.
All that determination didn't get in the way of an extremely intense orgasm. In fact, when she came, she got light headed and the room spun around her a bit. Jason held her upright and made sure nothing ruined it for her. Unlike her mother, Wendy was much quieter when she came, but it was still very clear what was happening. She smiled dreamily down at her son as she resumed her fucking until the next one overtook her and they went through it all over again. Jason rolled her over after the second one and he took control of the fucking from a standing position while she lay there and relaxed a little. He watched her tits shake in a circular motion as he pounded her pussy. When she came a third time, he felt watery liquid splatter all over him and realized his mother was squirting. She was losing control. She rocked and rolled under him, pinned to the bed by his massive cock. The sloppy wetness of her squirting and watching her physical response to her orgasms was a rush for Jason and his cock exploded inside her adding more liquid to the flood already surrounding them. The sloppy splattering sounds already happening with each stroke now made additional squishing sounds as his cum came streaming out as he pumped.
Their night would go on like this for several more hours. And it would be the first of many such nights.
She was so lost in thought that she nearly walked right into her mother. Wendy immediately hung her head.
"What's wrong, dear?" her mother asked with genuine concern.
"I just made a complete ass of myself with the groom, Brad."
"Making an ass of yourself never hurt anyone other than their pride," Ruth replied. "Want to tell me about it?"
"I walked in and his boyish charm took me by surprise and I just fucked him in the stall without thinking about it, mom! What kind of trash am I?!"
"My kind of trash, I suspect, honey. But he has that way with women. The good looks, lean frame, friendly, almost innocent demeanor - makes a woman gush her panties. I fucked him right after the interview. Fuck him once a week or so. He ain't got the biggest dick on the ranch, but he knows how to use it as well as anyone here. Have at him. He likes it. What man doesn't? I use him whenever I get the chance. Enjoy! You aren't trash. And I told you that the younger generation makes for better sex. Speaking of the younger generation, I really enjoyed you girls this morning and your brother will be home this evening. If he has good news, we probably won't join the rest of you for dinner." She winked at Wendy after that last comment and walked off as Wendy shook her head and smiled.
Wendy smiled with a little relief as well that at least one person would not judge her for the sudden hormonal overload. She went back to looking for Jason. She had never really given her mother's lifestyle much serious consideration, but now she could see that it at least had some merits. That is, as long as it was kept out of the public focus. It could be a disaster if that happened. Then her mind returned to Jason. Life on the ranch would almost necessitate fucking family, otherwise, the person would be something of an outcast. He had already fucked Susie, but that was somewhat to be expected. And they were only cousins. Could he go along with fucking his mother and his grandmother? Wendy suspected something had already happened between him and Marti, but she didn't get the impression it was actually sex.
Jason had been wandering around the ranch most of the day, getting better acquainted with each of the facilities around the ranch and the purpose they served. Late in the afternoon, he walked into the last barn. It was smaller than most of the others. It had four stalls on one side and what looked like a lab and an office on the other. At the stall farthest from the entrance he used, was a woman with her back to him. She was tall, slim, straight, light brown hair that was so long it nearly covered ass. She wore tight fitting jeans and western style boots and tight tank top with spaghetti style straps over the shoulders. When she turned to see who had walked in, he noticed she was not wearing a bra, had smaller, B-cup tits and her pert nipples were poking through the fabric, making their presence known to anyone who took the time to look. She looked to be roughly his age. His face brightened to meet someone closer to his own age.
"Hi, can I help you?" she said, more business-like than he had expected.
"I'm Jason. Just visiting and roaming the ranch getting familiar with the place. I don't really need anything."
"I'm Ronda. And I would say you need to upgrade your clothing choices if you plan to hang around here very long. Nylon shorts and tennis shoes don't work very well on a ranch."
Jason was a little put off by her quick judgment and criticism, but he had to admit that she was right.
"I have noticed that nearly everyone here wears western style boots, jeans and usually a comfortable looking shirt of some kind," he said, trying to appear more interested and observant than he really had been.
"You must be Ruth's grandson. I heard she had family visiting for a few days. Glad to meet you."
Jason looked around at the tack and other fixtures in the barn. "Most of the barns all seem to be equipped in generally the same way. Are you another of the grooms handling the horses?"
Ronda rolled her eyes and pointed at the sign hanging on the wall just inside the entrance. "Veterinarian" it read. I am the vet here on the ranch. I take care of all the minor injuries, vaccinations to every a****l on the ranch and otherwise make sure any creature with more than two legs and two brain cells stays as healthy as possible. So I won't be seeing to your needs on either account," said Ronda with wicked grin.
Jason hung his head in shame at the strong put down. "I didn't mean to offend. And yes, this is my first time on a ranch. I had no idea what to expect. But everyone has been very friendly and patient - until I walked in here. Since you are busy and don't have time for the two-legged variety of a****l, I will leave you to your work. I'll come back when I have learned more and have a better wardrobe.
Ronda's shoulders sagged as she turned her back on him and then turned around again. "I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't mean to come across as such a bitch. I am 29 years old and every man I encounter here thinks I am 18 or 19 and too dumb to be good for anything other than currying a horse or fucking them. I have been her six months now and getting a little tired of that kind of bullshit. Let's start again, shall we?"
Jason smiled, "Sure. Now, what kind of boots do you recommend? Is there a better brand of them or of jeans that I should consider for working on a ranch?"
"Are you really going to be working on this ranch, or are you just going to be recreating here for the rest of your life?" Ronda was getting sarcastic again. "I'm sorry. Again. Damn! Sometimes I have to admit that I am actually a bitch."
"You don't strike me as being a bitch. Too much to do and very little respect maybe, but not a bitch. I heard you talking to the horse when I came in like he was a friend of yours. Bitches don't do that - even with a****ls. And I noticed your hair and how long it is. When you turned around, and it d****d over your shoulder and down your front, it made me think of Lady Godiva."
"Lady who?" Ronda asked.
"Lady Godiva. She was the wife of nobleman and she was opposed to his oppressive taxes on their people. So she rode a horse through the town naked in protest of her husband's taxes with only her hair covering her private areas . The men were required to stay inside and away from the windows as she did it to protect her dignity. But she made her point."
Ronda laughed. "Ok, so are you saying I should ride through the ranch naked in protest of the lack of respect or are you coming on to me and saying you think I would simply look good naked on a horse?"
"Neither. Well, no that's not right. I mean...well shit, Ronda. I am telling you your hair and the horse reminded me of the story. I am not coming on to you, but you are beautiful and you would look good naked on or off a horse. Now that I am in need of a doctor to help me get my feet out of my mouth and you won't treat me, I will leave and not return. Have a good day, Ronda."
Jason turned, red faced, and headed for the barn door. Ronda called after him.
"When you get a decent pair of pants and boots, come back and see me. Maybe I will try on the Lady What's Her Name wardrobe for you!"
Jason smiled and stepped out just as his mother was approaching.
"Where have you been all day, son? I have been looking around for you for a good couple of hours."
Wendy wasn't mad, but she was a little frustrated.
"Why didn't you just call me? I have my cell phone on me." Jason responded.
Wendy wondered why she had not thought of the cell phone. For years, that had been their number one way of communicating. Now it didn't even cross her mind. The ranch was messing with her brain. She laughed at herself.
"I guess the ranch has a way of taking you back to basics. I haven't picked up my cell phone since we got here."
They began walking around the main sections of the ranch together and Wendy outlined the offer made by her mother. Jason listened intently, but showed little indication of how he felt about it. Finally, his mom told him that Marti and Susie were both going to give it a shot for a few months.
"Mom, I love it here. To be honest, I feel like this is where I belong. Yeah, I want to give it a shot too."
"Son, there are a few things you need to know about our family. You have experienced at least one of them already."
"You mean fucking the relatives, don't you." he said, making a statement, not asking a question.
"Well, yes, to be painfully blunt. Fucking the relatives. The best I can tell you is that doing so seems to be part of the package. You aren't limited to family, but they are included. That will probably mean your grandma is one of them. We haven't lived that way before or even talked that way. Screwing your cousin is more or less one thing. Screwing other family members is something else. What do you think about that concept?"
"Mom...Our first night here, Aunt Marti had me blow a load on her when she was half drunk. Susie came from your room naked as a newborn and her face was shiny wet. I kinda figured some of this out real soon. And I have heard grandma say some things that clued me in as well. Grandma is a good looking woman. I hardly know her and grandma is sort of a given name more than really a relationship for me. I can handle that. Susie is obvious and Marti, well, yeah. No problems there."
Jason paused for a moment. "I know Susie and her mother get it on some. Susie is an open book and when she came in the other night, she crawled into bed with her mother and, well, never mind. Does that mean you and me will...are we going to, you know?"
"Is that the way you would want it to be? You and me, you know...?"
"You more than all the others, mom. If that creeps you out too much, I would never..."
"Honey, I think you and I should go back to the ranch house, shower and dinner in my room this evening. We have so much to do." Wendy and Jason walked toward the ranch house, hand in hand, fingers intertwined like boyfriend and girlfriend. Jason's cock was making a tent of his nylon shorts.
*****
Ron arrived at the ranch around 5 pm. He had called his mother from the airport when he landed, but refused to tell her anything in detail, only that he had good news. He went straight to her room. There were two sitting chairs facing each other with Ruth sitting in one and she motioned for him to sit in the other. She was wearing an emerald green silk robe, floor length, tied at the waist. The only thing showing was her black nylon covered feet. Ron sat down and proceeded to tell his mother all of the details and showed her the signed contract.
Ruth was ecstatic. They were going to now be in great shape financially for the foreseeable future.
"Get your fucking clothes off, Ron. I have a special treat for you. This gives us the time to get our other business venture going in the way it should be started - carefully and quietly. Oh, it is going to be so grand! And your sisters and Jason and Susie are all on board. We are going to make a dynasty of this business!"
Ron was undressed and boned up, already leaking pre-cum from the end of his cock.
"I can see you are as excited as I am, son. Now sit down and lean back while I take care of the first treatment of that swollen tool of yours." Ruth stood up and removed her robe and sat back down, naked except for the garter and black nylons the garter held up. She stretched out her legs and placed both feet on his cock and began stroking his long pole with both feet. She let the nylon slide along his sensitive underside and he breathed heavily as he watched her beautiful feet glide up and down his rigid pole. His hands caressed her feet as he reveled in the feel of the nylon on his cock and against his hands. His hands ran up and down the calves of her legs as she intently watched his face as she foot jerked his cock. If Ron had one fetish, it was nylon covered feet on his cock. It was the only way he could not control himself. Within a few short minutes, he was ready to cum. The first shot landed in the middle of his chest. Ruth put her toes over the head of his cock before the second shot escaped and each time he squirted, it went between her toes and coated the soles of her feet. When he had finished, both of her feet were covered in cum. He kissed and licked her toes, tasting his own cum in the process. Ruth's pussy was soaking wet as was the cushion on which she sat. She stood up and took him by the hand, leading him to her bed. She left wet foot prints on the hardwood floor as she walked, a trail of his cum left to dry on the floor.
She lay back on the bed and put her wet feet on his shoulders as he went to work licking her pussy and tasting the deliciousness of her wet slit. By the time she had cum twice on his tongue, his cock was hard again and moved on top of her. Ruth wrapped her legs around his waist and guided his cock head to her opening. He began to dive into her love canal and they fucked slowly at first, then fast for awhile, then slowly again. They had learned what the other really enjoyed and they made the most of it. Her large tits pressed against his body and her hands roamed his ass. She called him loving names, degrading names, begged him to fuck her, whispered a desire for him to make love to her. For him it was like fucking several women at once. Different sides of her personality came through when they fucked and each had its own attraction to him. When she came, it was always intense. She would scream and groan and cry. Her finger nails would dig into his back. Her back would arch and she would thrash around underneath him. Then it would subside and she would return to her normal self and begin fucking again until the next wave washed over her. Then Ron came, and he would flood her to overflowing, always leaving a significant puddle on the sheets below.
Ruth, when they finished, would usually lay on top of him and tease his cock to stiffness again by rubbing her thighs on his cock until it responded. Their fuck sessions, at least once a week, would often last for hours. He would usually cum three of four times and she would cum at least 10 or 12 times. He had never encountered a woman with the stamina his mother had. Although as he thought about, Belinda might and showed signs of it the night before. Before Ron had finished for the night, he had filled his mother's mouth, pussy and ass with cum and she had drenched every inch of his face and midsection with her own juices.
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Just down the hall from the escapades of Ron and his mother, another mother-son relationship was being cemented. Wendy took Jason to her room where room service had been requested and delivered. They ate quietly, neither really all that hungry because of what they were really hungry for. But they worked their way through dinner and gazed nervously into each other's eyes.
Jason made the first move when he stood up and offered his mother his hand to help her stand. He played some soft, romantic music on his phone and they danced some slow dances together as they listened. It couldn't last too long, because Jason's boner was getting in the way. Wendy moved her hand from Jason's shoulder and let it rest on the protrusion from his nylon shorts. Wrapping the nylon in her hand around his cock, she tugged on it as she looked up into his eyes. He leaned in and kissed her deeply and ran his hands down over her tight, round ass. Breathing intensified for both of them and Wendy pushed Jason's shorts down over his ass and his cock sprang free. Her hands now touched the bare skin of his shaft and she gave it all kinds of stimulation.
Wendy let go and stood back slightly so that her son could undress her. He removed her top and then her bra and marveled at her beautiful, large, perfect tits. He went to his knees and unfastened her shorts and pulled them to the floor and then removed her panties. She had a neatly and short-cropped mound of hair above her pussy and he took in the female fragrance she emitted. He put his face up to her pussy lips and began run his tongue along her opening and she whimpered at the sensation. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently and then giving her the best tongue job he had to offer. Wendy came repeatedly as he refused to stop. He had often dreamed of and jerked off to the thought of fucking his mother and he wanted this to be even better than those dreams. Everything he did was going to be for the sole purpose of pleasing her.
He licked it, then tongue fucked it, sucked on her clit, lapped at it top to bottom and then side to side. She could finally take no more and begged him to stop. When he did, she pulled him on top of her and rolled over, changing positions. Knowing there would be more when it came to his cock, she went to work sucking on the huge member staring back at her. With two hands sliding up and down, there was still more than a mouthful for her to suck on and she did so with the same gusto he had used to eat her pussy. The suction was intense as was the firm stroking on his rod. She moved one hand from his shaft to do all sorts of things to his balls. She rolled them, gripped them, tugged on them in their sac, all the while sucking as hard as she could on his knob. She marveled at his length and the thickness of his huge cock and desperately wanted it in her, but first, she was going to make him spray his cum down her throat. Jason's moaning intensified and just as his hands found the back of her head, he lurched a little and shot the first thick stream of cum at the back of her throat. Wendy swallowed and was ready for more. She took shot after shot, swallowing all of it until he eased his unintentional grip on her head and his body went limp under her. She crawled on top of him and kissed him and they spent the next 30 minutes just fondling and touching each other.
As she expected, Jason was soon ready for another round and Wendy was preparing herself for the biggest cock she had ever fucked. She stayed on top of him and slid her body down his until she felt him poking her in the general area. She reached between her legs and guided his stiff cock to her opening and then began to take him an inch or two at a time. She propped herself up by placing her hands on his chest and he cupped her large tits in his hands as she began to ride his rod. She enjoyed the very long slow strokes that would nearly result in him popping out of her and then she would slam her body down on his. The pleasure of those long stroked and sudden penetrations took her breath away. Once she developed a rhythm to it, she picked up the pace and had someone been sitting behind her, they would not have believed the depth to which she could take such a massive cock. But Wendy was fucking it for all she was worth, not about to be outdone by any other woman ever - on this ranch or anywhere else in the world. She was determined to be the best fuck he had ever had or ever would have. She may not be the only fuck, but whenever someone said "fuck" she would make sure it was her face and her body he would think of.
All that determination didn't get in the way of an extremely intense orgasm. In fact, when she came, she got light headed and the room spun around her a bit. Jason held her upright and made sure nothing ruined it for her. Unlike her mother, Wendy was much quieter when she came, but it was still very clear what was happening. She smiled dreamily down at her son as she resumed her fucking until the next one overtook her and they went through it all over again. Jason rolled her over after the second one and he took control of the fucking from a standing position while she lay there and relaxed a little. He watched her tits shake in a circular motion as he pounded her pussy. When she came a third time, he felt watery liquid splatter all over him and realized his mother was squirting. She was losing control. She rocked and rolled under him, pinned to the bed by his massive cock. The sloppy wetness of her squirting and watching her physical response to her orgasms was a rush for Jason and his cock exploded inside her adding more liquid to the flood already surrounding them. The sloppy splattering sounds already happening with each stroke now made additional squishing sounds as his cum came streaming out as he pumped.
Their night would go on like this for several more hours. And it would be the first of many such nights.
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