We were both naked on the floor and she was on top of me, plunging that deliciously tight pussy up and down my cock. She was moaning and whimpering an... kept telling me how much she loved to fuck her son’s big hard cock. Even though it was just a dream, it was prime evidence of how much I needed to feel my mother’s pussy again. The only way for that to happen was to fuck her for real. For that, I needed help.I couldn’t ask my sister, to whom I usually turned whenever I had girl related. Our guns were safely stored in the chuck wagon and that had to be a thirty minute walk from here.“I’ll have to do this by hand,” I said more to myself then to anyone else. “Give me a hand with the saddle first.”“Sure boss,” the boys replied in unison.It took a few minutes but we finally managed to remove the saddle from underneath the suffering animal. I picked up the saddlebag and begin rooting through it, looking for my four inch blade amongst my gear.“Here it is,” I said as I pulled it from. Mavis was overcome."Ricky. I thought you lived in the town. This is the country, look at all the fields. I can't believe it. Is it safe?" Mavis, like so many who were brought up in the city where life was bounded by buildings felt uncomfortable in the open spaces of the country. I had to start with, but soon came to appreciate the rural environment."Mavis it is safer than Saltley and Nechells. It's the best place to bring up Richard. Loads of fresh air and plenty of places for him to go and. She wanted to be my slut. The problem was, she was the living embodiment of the sensuality I craved and on her own she was simply incredible.I grabbed a fistful of her hair in each hand and pulled her head back and I looked down into those wet, gray eyes. “You call that a blow job? Open your fucking mouth! You need a good face fucking!!!” Her eyes got big as she thought about taking the thick monster into her mouth and what it would do to her airway, but she opened up and I thrust my thick meat.