What did he care if the saddle rolled and I wound up on my ass? Never think horses can’t laugh! The smarter they are, the wickeder their sense of hu...or! I mounted up and we started off at a flat walk, and then slow-gaited out the farm-lane along the fence-line bordering the riding-fields, heading towards the woods. I wanted him warm but not sweating, in case I did decide to try taking off his saddle when I finally got out there. As we got into the woods, I began looking around nervously, even. “Wow!” I heard myself saying.“What you do is put the walker over the toilet or a garbage can. The back of the fake ass opens up and the very tip of your cock sticks out, so when you shoot…” My brother interrupted my Dad’s train of thought with, “It goes into the toilet with no clean up!” “Yes and now that you boys are old enough we can all share it and you can take your sexual frustrations out on this thing.” My Dad stated.With that he said “Everyone strip down!” as he took off all of his. Looking down at him, Shellie opened her cunt, using her fingers, her own eyes blazing with erotic fire.With a soft moan, she pissed.The golden stream spewed from her cunt, coming out strong. It struck her son on the top of his head, then arched over his head to the river. Jay gave a yelp of surprise and ducked down, his eyes turned up, watching his mother piss. Shellie laughed."Almost got you," she gurgled, holding her cunt wide open as she pissed into the river.Jay stared with fascination at. "Okay, off you go to work now, have a great day." And just like that I was on my way. Holy hell, this must have been what it was like being married to her, waited on hand of foot, and pleasured any time you want. I couldn't stop thinking about her all day at work. So the next morning, I left for work even earlier. I got to her house, and she looked like I had woken her up. 'Do you want some coffee," she offered. "I'm okay, you look tired." "I am, she said, maybe coming down with a cold. Best.