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The temperature in the shop continued to rise with the mid-morning sun. Ryan had been watching the clock tick, second by second, for the last half hour, begging for his workday to be over with. Stack after stack of heavy bricks were laid painstakingly slowly on each pallet sent his way. The sweat poured off of his body, soaking his jeans and making his t-shirt stick to his body. His shaggy brown hair was matted back in his drenched ball cap. Covered in dust and grime from head to toe, the moment was almost upon him. He glanced yet again at the clock, relieved to see time was almost up. Three, two, one; the unmistakable sound of the whistle blowing gave Ryan a surge of excitement and relief all at once. The weekend had finally arrived.

“Hell yeah,” he rejoiced as he stretched his body and took off towards the office to collect his weekly check.

The company Ryan worked for made cement landscaping products and when people asked how he liked it, he only replied, “It’s a summer job, thank God.”

Ryan worked ten hour days from Monday until Thursday. Five-thirty am till three-thirty pm, slaving in the heat of summer. Fridays were half days, to his relief, in which all employees left at noon. The work paid well, but it was hard. The physical labor left Ryan with a great physique, one that he didn’t need to maintain in a weight room like he did when he was away at college. As he opened the office door, a blast of cool air hit him like a train, taking away his breath. He stood in line with the rest of the employees awaiting their pay. A pair of hands clamped down on his shoulders, making him jump.

“Geez, dude relax. Were you thinking of getting your dick sucked or something?” sneered his friend Andy.

“Bite me, asshat,” e retorted with a laugh.

“What are you going to do with the rest of your Friday?”

Ryan playfully punched his friend in the chest, and said, “Heading down to the river, you in?”

“Damn I wish I could, but I’m going to the cabin this weekend. Looks like you’ll have to enjoy it all alone, just you and your fantasies,” remarked Andy with a punch right back.

“Fuck you, I got beer on ice and my fishing rod all set up. I’ll be just fine by myself.” The two young men laughed and high fived.

They got their checks and walked out to the parking lot together. After waving goodbye to Andy, Ryan hopped in his car and headed to the bank. Fifteen minutes later, he pulled into his driveway. He stepped into the mud room and unlaced his boots. Stripping down to his underwear, he put his work clothes in the hamper and headed for the bathroom. After a quick rinse of all the day’s work off his body and a change into a pair of cargo shorts and a cutoff t shirt, he retrieved his needed items for a relaxing afternoon of getting buzzed and catching fish. He grabbed his playmate cooler, his tackle box and fishing pole, and slung a camping chair over his back. Satisfied with what he had, he began his trek towards his favorite fishing spot.

The river sat behind Ryan’s house through a patch of woods, about four hundred yards beyond his back patio door. From the edge of his backyard, the woods started to dip down a small ridge. He followed a little foot path he had worn down from years of travel to and from the river. Following the path down the ridge, the ground soon leveled off at the bottom to an old horse trail. From there, a short walk on the trail brought him to an old fence and gate from many years past. He had never seen anyone use the trail before, but he knew there was a small horse farm back up the trail, just a short drive from his neighborhood. Ryan passed through the open gate and stepped into his sanctuary.

The woods opened to the end of the trail into a small, grassy clearing along the bank of the river. The river itself was only a backwater to a much larger waterway. Across from Ryan’s vantage point sat a sandy beach that extended out almost halfway into the water. The rest of the bank was surrounded by dense woods, leaving the place very secluded from any human intrusion.

Ryan set down his cooler and stretched his sore arms and shoulders. He set up his chair and found a Y-shaped stick to rest his pole in. He baited his line and cast out into the water. He placed the pole into the crook of the Y-stick and sat down in his chair. Reaching into his cooler, he cracked open one of his beers and took a long swig.

“It doesn’t get any better than this.” Letting out a sigh of relief.

The June sun beat down on him as he sat and watched his line in the water. A slight breeze blew in the air, giving him nearly perfect relief from the humidity. He quickly guzzled down the rest of the beer and placed the can back in his cooler, retrieving another one. Suddenly, his pole began to bob up and down. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed the rod and pulled back hard, set the hook. The snag on his reel began to whine and grind as the fish took off away from him. Ryan battled against the fish, reeling hard and making sure the line was tight. After nearly a ten minute struggle, Ryan was able to get the big catfish up on the shore.

“It has to be at least ten pounds,” he remarked to himself. As the slimy beast flopped around.

Pulling the hook free with a set of plyers, he released the fish, rebaited his hook, and cast back into the water. Ryan cleaned his hands with the rag on his tackle box and sat down. That was one of the biggest fish he’d ever caught in the backwater. He was disappointed nobody was around to see it. He cracked open another beer to celebrate. The warm sun and cold beer mixed with the hard-fought battle with the catfish made his eyes start to burn. He fought to stay awake, but slowly let them close as he drifted off.

His eyes squinted open when he thought he heard the whinny of a horse.

How long have I been asleep, he thought. He stood up and peered out at his pole, noticing no change since he had closed his eyes, he leaned over his cooler for another beer.

“Excuse me, what are you doing here?” came a voice from behind, scaring the life out of Ryan.

He tensed up and whirled around, suddenly being blinded by a ray of sunlight. Covering his eyes with a hand, he squinted to see the silhouette of a woman standing near the fence, a saddled horse was tied to one of the gate posts behind her.

“Well, are you going to answer my question?” The woman sternly asked.

She had definitely startled him enough to cause his first few words to shake out of his mouth.

“I...i’m jjust ddoing some fishing,” he stuttered.

“I can see that,” the woman said in an icy tone. “Why are you on my property?”

Ryan had always thought about who owned the property, but after so many years of fishing and swimming there without seeing anyone else, he figured the owners weren’t around.

“I’m so sorry for trespassing, I’ve been coming down ever since I was a kid. My name is Ryan Underwood. I live in the cul-de-sac just up the ridge through the woods.”

The woman glared at him and her icy tone seemed to melt some. “Sorry I scared you, I haven’t rode this trail in years. I just was startled to find someone down here.

“I come down here quite a bit in the summertime,” he responded back.

“I’m just glad that someone is getting some use out of this old clearing again. My name is Rebecca Johnson, Becky for short. I own the horse farm down river from here.”

She started to approach him and he thought for a second he recognized her. As she got closer, the sun revealed her fully. Ryan felt the sensation of blood rushing between his legs. His member stirring in his shorts. The woman looked to be in her early thirties. She had wavy blonde hair that flowed down past her shoulders. Between two hazel eyes sat a perfectly sculpted nose. She had on a tan crop top that laced up from the front. It was decorated with white and turquoise beads, giving it a Native American style to it. The top few strings weren’t tied as tightly as the bottom ones and this revealed an amble amount of cleavage from very eye-popping breasts. She had lightly tanned skin and a taut stomach revealing the fact that she must have worked out often. Her riding jeans were skin tight all the way down to two light brown cowboy boots. She was drop dead gorgeous. Grade-A MILF material.

They shook hands and Becky stole a quick glance and smirked. As she moved away from him towards the shore and his fishing pole, Ryan wondered, what was she smirking about? He looked down and his face immediately turned beat red. The bulge of his crotch was very noticeable through his cargo shorts up close. Looking up didn’t help his case any. She was standing on the edge of the bank looking out at the river. Her skin tight jeans showing off a perfect heart shaped ass, one that would bring a man to his knees. He tried to readjust quickly, just before she turned back around.

“How has the fishing been today,” she asked curiously.

“It’s been slow-going so far, but I managed to haul one in that was around ten pounds.”

“Wow, I haven’t caught one like that in a long time.” She walked over towards his chair and examined the rest of his set up. “I love catching big ones,” she said with a smile.

I’ll bet you love to catch big ones, especially in your mouth and pounding your pu… “Do you do a lot of fishing?” he said out loud, trying to clear the dirty thoughts from his mind.

“No, not much anymore. I use to come down to this very spot with my dad and sister years ago. We would sit right here on the bank and fish all day long. I used to hangout down here all the time and go swimming with my friends too, but ever since I took over the farm, I haven’t had much time to enjoy myself.”

“I knew it had to be used at some point in time, but I didn’t know by whom. I guess I figured out that mystery,” chuckled Ryan, fantasizing about her swimming with her friends with a little less clothing on than just a bikini.

“You said you’ve been coming down here since you were a kid?” she asked.

“Yep since I was about thirteen. So that would be about eight years now.”

“You’re twenty-one huh? So the beer in your cooler was bought legally, then?” she grinned.

“You’d better believe it, no better way to spend a hot day on the river than with some cold brews. Would you care for one; you are of legal age aren’t you?” he poked back with a smile.

She giggled and then busted out laughing. “Young man I’m old enough to be your mother! I’ll take a beer what the hell.”

He handed her a cold one from his cooler, wondering just how old she really was. Old enough to be my mom, that would put her damn near 40, he thought. She cracked open the can and took a long pull before releasing it from her lips. Taking a deep breath, she slowly exhaled, touching the cold can to the side of her neck.

“Oh yah that hits the spot,” she let out in a sultry manner.

Ryan’s already hard cock jumped in his shorts at her actions and the sound of her tone. He was already beginning to think about his many late night fantasies he was going to be having about this woman when he was jolted back to reality by her voice.

“Huh, what was that again?” he asked.

She smiled, asking again, “Did you ever have Mrs. Jennings while you were going to school?”

Mrs. Jennings was the high school’s walking wet dream. She had dark brown hair that was always done up. Curvy hips that accented a slight belly from several pregnancies. Being pregnant, however, increased her breast size immensely. She always dressed conservatively, but due to her increased chest size, she occasionally had to leave one or two blouse buttons open, revealing enough eye candy for any horny high schooler to spank his monkey to till the end of days. Ryan beat his meat quite often to the thought of his former biology teacher.

“I did have her as a teacher,” remarked Ryan. “I had her my junior year right before she got pregnant again.”

Becky laughed, “Sometimes I think they don’t even own a TV.”

Ryan gave her a puzzled grin. She took his facial expression as a, I have no idea what you’re talking about, look.

“Sorry,” she said. “Mrs. Jennings or Rachel, that is, she’s my twin sister.”

Ryan’s face lit up as he put two and two together, both who she was and the sexual remark she made. He had thought he recognized her, but he was really recognizing Mrs. Jennings from his high school days. He had always envied her husband, the man who got to play with those big, juicy melons.

He began to laugh. “When you first walked up here, I thought I knew you, but it appears it was your sister that I was remembering.”

“We do look a lot alike, the only way people could tell us apart when we were younger was the fact that I have blonde hair and Rachel’s is brown. Now that we’ve gotten older, people can tell us apart more easily.”

“How so?” asked Ryan. Even though he clearly knew the answer.

She squinted at him and then gave a crooked grin. “Well, Rachel has had three kids compared to my zero, which makes her a little bit more um… noticeable in some areas than me.”

Ryan stole a quick glance down to her chest, staring straight at her immense cleavage. He immediately regretted looking, the flush on his face made his embarrassment quite obvious.

“See anything you like?” Becky asked with giggle.

Ryan was at a loss of words. It felt like his whole throat was barricaded shut. He tried to speak but couldn’t come up with an answer. His only audible response was to squeak out a weak, “I’m sorry.”

“For what? I’m flattered a young man like yourself give this old bag a second look.”

He cleared his throat as his heartbeat began to flutter. “Are you kidding, you’re gorgeous. You’re a very attractive woman, if I would know you better, I would imagine that you’re just as amazing on the inside as on the outside. A man who could be with you would have to feel like a king.”

Ryan gave her a nod and then was taken back by his own boldness. His face turning flushed yet again.

She blushed and gave him a big smile, “You’re cute when you get embarrassed. I like it when a man is willing to take a chance.”

Becky took a step closer to him. Her heart began beating rapidly. A sudden tingling sensation coming from between her legs. She looked deep into the young man’s eyes and then whispered something she never thought she would.

“What if I make you feel like a king?”

Ryan couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Caught off guard by her whisper, he locked his eyes with hers and saw nothing but pure lust. He took a step closer to her, still gazing into her hazel orbs. Wrapping both his trembling hands around the small of her back, he pulled her towards him. His pulsating cock, begged for release from his shorts. He pressed slowly against her, sending shock waves through both of them. Heartbeats thundered in his eardrums and then, the level of lust burst free from its confines.

They wrapped their lips around each other and kissed urgently, with great passion. Becky’s tongue tapped against Ryan’s lips and he let it slide into his mouth, invading his space. Their tongues wrestled with one another in a wet, lustful embrace. They continued their battle until he pulled away from her mouth. Catching his breath, he began kissing down her cheek to her neck. His hungry kisses eliciting soft moans of pleasure from his partner. He kissed over to the middle of her neck and then down towards her chest.

Releasing his hands from behind her, he moved to the front to place his hands on her breasts. He slowly began massaging her grapefruits. Fondling her through the material of her top, Ryan found her nipples, each protruding visibly. He twirled his thumbs around them and then leaned in with his mouth. He gently flicked each nub with his tongue and then slowly picked up his pace. He lapped and sucked her through the outfit, until the cloth was soaked, receiving gasps and moans of pleasure from Becky.

He felt her arms come up and bump his chin. Looking down, he saw her hands reaching for the hem of her top. He released her breast from his mouth with a slurp. Becky pulled up more, as the sun engulfed her freshly exposed skin. Up and over her head went the crop top, coming to rest in the grass at her feet.

“Are you sorry for looking now?” she asked with a sexy grin, cupping both her hands under her breasts.

“Hell no, you’re so fucking hot,” he said, raising up and filling his palms with her soft flesh. “Make me a king,” he exclaimed before diving back in for more.

Shivering to his touch, she squeaked, “You’re naughty, I like that.”

She took his face in her hands and lifted his lips to hers, embracing as she reach down to grab at the bottom of his cut-off. She tugged up, but was stopped by his arms massaging her breasts. He reluctantly released her bosom and raised his arms straight up in the air. Becky continued to pull up until his shirt was pulled free. She threw it off to the side and immediately reached for his shorts. She traced her palm along his length, feeling it jump against her hand.

“Someone wants to play, better not keep him waiting,” she coyly said, popping the button open and unzipping his fly.

She reached her hand inside his shorts and grasped him in her hand. Ryan let out a low growl as she gave his member a few long slow tugs. In one quick instant, she released him and pulled on his shorts. They dropped with ease and his cock sprang free.

Becky eyed up her prize and gave a devilish smile. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

His cock wasn’t the biggest or the thickest around by any means, but it was the nicest she’d seen in a very long time. She started to stroke him again, while he slipped off his shoes. One kick and then another, sent his shoes and shorts flying.

“Lie down,” she commanded urgently.

He did as he was told, taking a seat and then reclining back, the soft grass tickling his back. She stood over him and undid the button of her jeans. She slid the zipper down, revealing the top of her white panties. Grasping her jeans at the hips, she began to shimmy them down until they just covered her sex. She gave a mischievous smile as she watched him grasp his cock and start jerking himself. His eyes wide with wonder and amazement, begging for more. She raised one leg and placed her boot-covered foot on his thigh. Ryan quickly got the hint and with one hand stroking his cock, he placed his other on the back of her boot. They pulled in opposite directions and the suede boot slipped off. He slipped off her sock as she moved her other foot into position, the same process being repeated.

Once her boots were off, she took a step back. With hands still holding jeans, she pulled down past her sex. A little groan escaped Ryan’s throat as he eyed up the noticeable wet spot. The white panties, quite transparent, showed her state of arousal. She pushed her jeans past her knees far enough where she could kick the rest of the way out. One leg and then the other, freeing her. She sank down to her knees and slowly crawled up his body. She kissed up his thigh, to his hip, and then over. Ryan stopped stroking himself and watched as she leaned in and planted a hot, wet kiss on the head of his engorged prick.

“Ahh fuck yah,” he exhaled.

Becky continued to kiss down his member and then back up. She snaked out her tongue and licked him from his tip to his balls and back again. She wrapped a hand around his cock and slid his wet head into her mouth, sucking the dribble of pre-cum that had escaped. As she stroked and sucked, she slowly rotated her body. She moved her legs towards his head and as she continued her pleasant attack on his rod, she felt her panties being pulled from her ass. Farther and farther down the fabric stretched, until it couldn’t move any farther. She straightened one leg back and the other bent forward, allowing Ryan to slip the panties down and off. With the panties off, He lifted his head and stuck his tongue out, lapping her clean, shaven sex. The vibrations he felt, assured him of her pleasure. As he tongued her lips, she continued to slip her hot mouth up and down his pulsating cock. In and out of her mouth it went. She would swallow down till her nose reached his balls and back to the tip. He lapped and sucked, making circles around her swollen nub, swallowing the tangy nectar she released to him. Moans of pleasure were escaping both of them. Suddenly, her hips began to buck and Ryan had to wrap his hands around her lower back to keep his attack going.

She slipped her mouth off his cock with a wet pop. “Fuck, Fuck I’m cumming!” she shrieked, immediately sucking him back into her mouth.

Ryan continued his onslaught, feeling an all too familiar tingling in his balls. Becky writhed and screamed around his cock as her orgasm took hold. The feeling of her thrashing above him and her vibrated screams on his dick were too much for him. He tried to hold back, but it was no use. Jet after jet of his hot load burst free into the back of her throat. They moaned and groaned in unison as they swallowed each other’s cum. With another wet pop, she rolled off of him onto her back. They both stared up at the sky, reveling in the afterglow of their joint orgasms.

“I haven’t had my pussy eaten like that in years. You were good,” she panted.

He fought for breath to speak. “Thanks, I’ve never been taken deep like that before. My old girlfriends never wanted to try it.”

“That’s a shame, I really enjoy it.”

Slowly sitting up, she slid against his body till she collapsed onto his chest. They lay there for quite some time, basking in the early afternoon sun. She glanced down towards his crotch to see his member regaining some life. Turning her head to look at him, she gave a pleased smile.

“The stamina of youth always amazes me.”

“The experience of maturity is the key,” he grinned back.

They leaned close and lightly kissed. They could taste their juices together and it was a wonderful mix. Their tongues began a slow dance as she ran her fingers through his shaggy, brown hair. Slowly she pulled herself on top of him, straddling him like a saddle. He reached down and cupped her ass with his hands, massaging the soft flesh. Then, Ryan got bold. He released her rear with his right hand and spanked down, sending a lightning bolt through Becky’s body.

Breaking the kiss, she gave a squeal of delight. “I’m going to ride you like a wild stallion.”

“Oh fuck yeah,” was all Ryan could muster.

Becky felt his rock-solid member tap her moist sex below. She rose into a squat, curling her slender fingers around his shaft and pointing it towards the sky. She ran the head back and forth against her wet opening, teasing her partner. Then, painstakingly, she sank down onto him. Her velvety canal enveloping his cock like the sheath to a sword.

Sinking to her knees, she threw her head back looking towards the sky. “Aaah so fucking big!” She cried out.

“Fuck you’re tight!” he exclaimed right back.

She slowly began to bounce up and down on his ridged cock. Slowly at first and then with more urgency. They placed their hands on each other’s chests, she for balance, and he for rolling her erect nipples with his thumbs. Her pace quickened even more and after a short time, both their bodies were slipping and sliding with a fresh sheen of sweat. Moans and gasps of pleasure filled the air has she rode wildly. Her stamina began to wane, as she felt another orgasm approaching. Sensing her fatigue, Ryan grabbed hold of her hips and began to piston up into her. The cry of ecstasy that came from Becky would have woken the dead. She closed her eyes and let her impending orgasm take hold.

Suddenly, she was thrown to her back. Her eyes popped open to find Ryan between her legs with his steel rod pushing down into her sopping sex.

She raised her leg over his shoulder as he sank, balls deep into her.

“Fuck…yes, yes, yes, aaaah!” her sounds of pleasure encouraged Ryan’s pace.

She cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Their bodies colliding together made a smacking sound that echoed over the river and into the woods. His slid back and forth rapidly, his cock appearing and disappearing into her smooth opening. Sensing the tingling in his balls, Ryan slowed his pace and pulled free.

He rolled her over so that she was face down. Knowing exactly what he wanted, Becky raised up on her hands and knees. Looking back to him, she wiggled her ass with a sultry smile and giggled. Ryan took that expression to mean come and get me, he didn’t hesitate. He grabbed his cock and pressed it towards her canal, rubbing against it and eliciting a sensual moan from the mature goddess. He pushed forward and his cockhead slipped into her. He eased back and forth, inching his cock deeper and deeper, until he was all the way in. His pace quickened and he grabbed hold of her hips to keep his cock from escaping.

“Aaaah, oh fuck, yes, yes, give it to me!” she squealed looking back at him with fire in her eyes.

Ryan slammed home with his steel, throbbing rod, not holding anything back. His hands began to slip from her hips due to their increased perspiration. He reached up and took a handful of her flowing, blonde hair and pulled. She squealed in delight, as he arched her back in painful pleasure. He continued to thrust away, his hips a blur. Releasing her hair, he reached and grabbed both her arms, pulling back once again, all the while still pounding into her with reckless abandon. Her moans and cries increased in volume.

“Are you close?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“Almost…there…oooh fuck don’t stop!

Ryan gave everything he had into the next few thrusts. That was enough for Becky as she let out a blood-curdling scream. “Oooh… fuck, yes… Aaaah!”

Her orgasm rocked her body. She thrashed and cried out as the powerful force took hold of her. She dropped to her elbows and rested her head on the ground, her ass still high in the air. Ryan slowed his pumping as her orgasm trickled to aftershocks. He continued pumping deeply into her. Suddenly, his tone became very urgent.

“I’m… gonna cum,” he stammered. “Where… do you want it?”

Becky looked back to him. “All over my face. Cum in my mouth!”

That was all Ryan needed to hear. He pulled free from her soaking love canal with a wet pop. Becky mustered what strength she had left to lift herself off the ground and up to her knees. Eye level with his glistening cock, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Ryan pumped his cock furiously and then gave a loud grunt. A thick rope of cum hit Becky right in her mouth and across her cheek. The second rope landed directly on her tongue. The third and fourth dove into her mouth and dotted her lips and chin. The last dropped down onto her neck. A dribble of cum oozed out of Ryan’s prick. Becky licked the remaining cum from his sensitive cock head before pulling back and swallowing.

Ryan let out a deep sigh. “Fuck, I didn’t think I’d come that much.”

Becky giggled as she swiped her finger around her face, collecting the rest of the cum. She placed her finger in her mouth and sucked the jizz clean off. She stood facing him. Both their bodies dripped with sweat as the summer sun beat down, continuing its path towards the evening. They gazed into each other’s eyes and embraced one another, sealing their joining with a lustful kiss.

They broke the kiss. Becky turned and strutted towards the river bank. “After all this hot fun, I think I need to take a cool bath. Care to join me?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Ryan said with a big smile on his face.

They joined hands and together walked into the cool water, sinking their toes into the sandy bottom. They sank under the surface, embracing in another kiss before emerging again. After their short time in the water, they moved back up to the grassy bank. Collapsing in the grass, they lay side by side, letting the sun dry their worn out bodies. Neither one said a single word. Once dried, they retrieved their clothes and dressed each other like lovers, even though they hadn’t known one another several hours prior. They walked to the shady trail where the brown mare was still tied to the fence post. Ryan helped Becky climbed up into the saddle and she took the reins.

Looking down at the young man, young enough to be her son, she smiled. “Thank you for a wonderful day Ryan, I hope to see you again soon.”

“I’ll be down her every Friday at noon until I go back to school.”

“Noon, you say… I think you and I are going to have a very fun summer,” she exclaimed, licking her lips and grinning lustfully.

Ryan felt stirring coming from between his legs. He looked down to see his bulge growing once again. Becky noticed as well and they both busted out laughing.

“Oh for the stamina of youth.”

“Maturity’s experience is the key,” he winked back.

She turned the mare around and started back down the trail. Looking back, she gave him a wink and blew a kiss. Ryan waved and watched her until she was out of sight. He turned back towards his chair and fishing pole. Grabbing another beer out of the cooler, he cracked it open and plopped down in the chair. As he took a long swig, his pole began to bob up and down. He leaped to his feet, grabbing the rod and setting the hook. The drag began to whine and grind. A big smile came over his face as he fought the fish. This summer was definitely going to be great.