Back at the farm

Joe and his Father Jim were working on a tractor in the shop. Joe asked his father if could leave to go meet Wendy. Jim said sure son I’m just about done with the tractor you go have some fun with Wendy with wink I’ll finish up here. With that Joe takes off in old truck to go meet Wendy.

Meanwhile Joe’s mother Anne comes out to the shop to fine Jim working on the tractor. She finds jim under the tractor working when she asks Jim “ honey where was Joe off to?” he replied he’s going to meet Wendy. Has Jim continued to work on the tractor. Anne had a dirty thought and pulled her panties down from under her dress and ask Jim if he could help her by taking a look at something. Anne was straddling Jim’s body when slid out from under the tractor when Anne says with a seductive tone, can you have a look at this?

As Jim slid out from under the tractor, he looked up to see Anne straddling him, her dress hiked up, revealing her trimmed pussy. She gazed down at him with a sultry smile, her voice low and enticing. "Can you take a closer look at this?" she asked, her hips subtly shifting. Jim's eyes widened, his hands instinctively reaching up to grasp her thighs as he felt a surge of desire. Anne leaned in, her breath brushing against his ear, "I think it needs your special kind of attention." The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken longing.

Anne lowered herself, the warmth of her body enveloped Jim's face, her scent intoxicating. Her wet pussy pressed against his lips, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste her. His tongue darted out, tracing her slit with a gentle yet eager touch. Anne moaned softly, her hips swaying slightly as she ground against him. The shop around them faded into the background, the only sound the heavy breathing and the faint hum of the tractor's engine. Jim's hands tightened around her thighs, pulling her closer as he deepened his kiss. Anne's fingers tangled in his hair, her voice a breathy whisper, "Oh, Jim... right there."

Jim's tongue moved with relentless passion, tracing every contour of Anne's pussy as she ground against him. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him deeper. The shop around them melted away, leaving only the two of them lost in the heat of the moment. Anne's breath came in short gasps, her hips rocking faster, and Jim could feel her trembling, her muscles tensing. With a final, **** thrust, she came, her juices flooding his face as she cried out his name. He drank her in, savoring every drop, his hands gripping her thighs like a vice.

Anne recovered from her orgasm, she gently lifted herself off Jim, her breath still uneven. With a knowing smile, she reached for his pants, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons. Jim lay back, anticipation building in his eyes as she freed his hard, fat cock from its confines. Anne's hands wrapped around it, her touch warm and inviting. She lowered her head, her lips brushing against the tip before she took him in deeply. Jim's hands found their way into her hair, guiding her rhythm as she moved up and down, her mouth creating a suction that drew a groan from him.

Anne continued to pleasure Jim, her desire shifted, and with a sultry smile, she slowly rose, her lips leaving his cock. She straddled him, positioning herself above his hardness. With a teasing glance, she lowered herself, taking him in inch by inch, her breath catching with each movement. Her hips began to sway, building a rhythm that matched the intensity of their passion. Jim's hands gripped her waist, guiding her as she rode him, their bodies moving in perfect sync. The shop around them faded into the background, leaving only the sound of their labored breathing and the creak of the old tractor.

As Anne rose from her knees, the dim light of the shop danced across her skin, illuminating the curves of her body. With a graceful movement, she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, letting it slide down her shoulders and pool around her feet. Now completely naked, she straddled Jim once more, her eyes locking onto his with a fierce desire. Jim's hands instinctively reached for her waist, his fingers tracing the contours of her hips as she positioned herself above him.

Anne began to ride Jim with a renewed vigor, her large breasts bounced rhythmically with each movement, captivating Jim's gaze. He couldn't help but watch, mesmerized by the way they swayed, their fullness accentuating each thrust. Encouraging her, he said, "That's it, baby, ride my cock," his voice filled with passion. Anne's hips moved faster, her breasts jiggling more intensely, and Jim's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her deeper with each stroke. The shop around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of their heavy breathing and the creaking of the old tractor in the background.

Anne's voice was a sultry whisper as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Jim's ear. "I love your fat cock," she murmured, her breath sending shivers down his spine. "I'm going to make you cum in my pussy, fill me up completely." Her words were laced with desire, and Jim's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her deeper with each thrust. The tractor's engine hummed faintly in the background, but all that mattered was the rhythm of their bodies moving in perfect sync. Anne's hips swirled and ground against him, her breasts bouncing with each movement, captivating Jim's gaze. Anne's hips moved with a frantic urgency, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she felt the familiar tension building in her core. "I'm going to cum, Jim," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I'm going to cum on your fat cock." Her words were barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing, but Jim's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her down harder with each thrust. The tractor's engine hummed faintly in the background, but all that mattered was the explosive release that was nearing.

As Anne's hips reached a feverish pace, her breath hitched in short, **** gasps. "I'm cumming, Jim!" she cried out, her voice trembling with the **** of her orgasm. Jim's hands clamped tightly around her waist, his fingers digging deep into her flesh as he thrust upward with reckless abandon. "Me too, Anne!" he growled, his voice low and guttural. "I'm going to fill your pussy up!" With one final, powerful thrust, they both erupted together, their bodies locked in a spasmodic dance of release.

As their breaths slowly steadied, Anne lay on top of Jim, his cock still buried deep inside her pussy. The warmth of their bodies mingled, their skin slick with sweat, as they basked in the afterglow of their intense climax. Anne's chest rose and fell against Jim's, her heartbeat syncing with his as they both drifted in the haze of satisfaction. Jim's hands gently stroked her back, tracing the curves of her spine, while Anne's fingers intertwined with his, their palms pressed together. The tractor's engine hummed softly in the background, a reminder of the world outside their intimate bubble.

As they lay there, catching their breath, Jim's hands gently caressed Anne's back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. She lifted her head, her eyes locking with his, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Damn honey," Jim whispered, his voice low and gravelly, "that reminds me of the Saturday nights in the front seat of my old truck when you'd ride me." Anne's smile widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Those were wild times," she murmured, her breath sending a shiver down his spine.