The Harrison Riding Academy was a playground for little rich girls and their over indulgent mothers. Carl Edwards was the riding instructor. It was his job to teach the young brats to ride without falling off on their heads. It was not an easy job but one with many benefits.
One of those rewards was to rub elbows with the cream of female society. Elbows were not all that he rubbed but that took place in private riding lessons at his small ranch down by the river. Mothers, daughters, or both, it did not matter to him. After fifteen years, he had seen and had it all.
Then Margaret "Maggie" Hatcher and her daughters, Jerry and Jenny showed up. Maggie had married into old money. Both her husband and the money were old, very old, so Carl figured she was ripe for the picking. The two daughters would be an added bonus.
Maggie considered herself an expert rider and even had her own saddle, an old Texas roping saddle with a high horn and solid frame. Carl had grinned at it and shook his head, as he watched her saddle up a tall leggy chestnut mare.
Maggie had a lot in common with that mare. She was tall and leggy, with a nice ass under those tight levies. Four buttons on her western shirt were undone and showed good cleavage. She had her dark hair pulled up in a long thick ponytail.
"Have you ever ridden with an English saddle?" Carl asked from the tack room door where he was leaning.
Maggie looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. "I like this saddle."
Carl nodded. "I have to teach your girls using English saddles. That's the way the boss man wants it."
"I understand that," Maggie replied still smiling.
"You should learn to ride one also."
"Why?" Maggie asked turning around to look at the riding instructor.
"That old roping saddle is going to draw some odd looks and comments around this snooty place, for one. Secondly, I think you like the way it feels if you use that old roping horn the way I think you do," Carl replied being a little bolder than he normally would be.
Maggie grinned and winked at him. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Carl laughed. "Yes mam, whatever you say, but I'd still love to give you riding lessons."
"Let's see how well my daughters like riding first. If they don't then I will keep my old saddle for recreational riding. If they love riding as much as I do then maybe I'll take you up on that offer."
"When will they be coming out for lessons?" Carl asked as he watched Maggie's ass as she mounted up. Man, that was one fine rump.
"They are arriving from Texas tomorrow. I just got custody back from their dad but I had to wait until they graduated high school before they could come live with me. It'll be the middle of next week at the earliest."
Carl frowned for an instant and then got his happy face back in place. The daughters probably already knew how to ride. That would make it extra hard to get to mama and that's what he wanted. Visions of Maggie bent over a hay bale with that gorgeous naked ass sticking up flashed across his mine.
Maggie had turned her horse around but she paused and looked at Carl. "You be careful around my daughters," She said with a frown on her face.
Carl held up his hands and said, "I'm always a gentleman."
Maggie grinned and shook her head. "I'm not worried about my daughters. It's you I'll worry about if they're anything like me at that age." With a laugh, Maggie kicked the mare in the ribs and took off at a dead run.
Carl stood there with his mouth open as he watched Maggie lean over with her head next to the horse's neck as they flew down the lane away from the barn. All her weight was on her legs and knees, her ass a few inches off the saddle.
Damn, the woman could ride better than almost anyone he knew of around here could. That was not saying much but he meant it as a high compliment.
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Jerry and Jenny Hatcher showed up on Thursday morning bright and early. Carl was in the middle of handing out feeding cards for the high-stung horses in the boarding stable to the stable hands. It was always a pain in the ass to make sure that the feeding instructions were followed exactly.
"I'll be with you two in a minute," He called to them. The two young women waved, and then wandered over to a stall to pet one of the horses.
When he finished with the stable hands, he went over to greet the two young women. He could see their mom in them but they were completely different from each other. Jerry was short and redheaded as a woodpecker. Jenny was dark haired like her mom and all legs.
"If I don't tell those guys exactly what needs to be done, half the horses here would be sick or dead by this afternoon." He told them with a frown. "Good help is so hard to find."
"My dad says that all the time," Jenny said.
"Only he usually puts a lot of cuss words in there," Jerry added with a big grin.
"I've done that myself but not in front of two young ladies." Carl said.
"That's what our mom used to tell him," Jenny said with a frown.
"Was she wrong to tell him that?" Carl asked hesitantly.
Jenny shook her head and Jerry said, "According to him, she was wrong about everything."
"I know guys like that. They usually end up married to great women and then they get divorced. It is always the woman's fault to hear them tell it. I guess they don't look in the mirror much," Carl said as he shook his head.
"Are you married Mr. Edwards?" Jerry asked.
"Call me Carl and no, I've never been married. I guess I'm just to ugly for most women."
"You're not ugly," Jenny said and then grinned. "Kind of short but not bad looking for an older guy."
"Hey, I can't help it if my parents built my ass to close to the sidewalk," Carl replied jokingly. He might have been five foot five but he did not consider himself short by any means.
Jerry laughed and Jenny giggled at his joke.
"I'm built much the same way myself," Jerry said softly.
Carl grinned and nodded. "Ok, I guess I need to find you guys a couple of horses and see how well you ride."
Both girls wore shorts. Jenny's were nearly knee length and Jerry's were mid thigh. Both girls had on light jackets and had them zipped up. Carl wondered if they were anywhere as well built as their mother under those jackets.
He led the way to the back of the barn and then out a sliding door. Once outside, he led the way across a corral to a second barn.
As he opened the sliding door for the two young women, he said, "Those are privately owned horses back there, the rental stock is in here. To tell the truth, I like the horses back here better, if you know what I mean. They're not nearly as high strung and crazy."
"Are their owners high strung and crazy?" Jerry asked.
Carl looked thoughtful for a second and then nodded. "For the most part, they're rich, crazy, and hard to satisfy. So yes, they're very similar."
They were walking down between the rows of stalls. Jerry stopped and grinned. "Hey look, this one's short and redheaded like me. Can I ride him?"
"Her, she's a mare," Carl corrected. "I don't see why not, she's a fine little horse. Her owner sold the mare to me when she decided she needed a thoroughbred like her idiot friends."
Jerry rubbed the horse's nose and scratched under her chin. "Maybe mom will buy her for me."
Jenny chuckled. "You always were horse crazy. I want my horsepower in a six or eight pack, under the hood of a new car."
Jerry stuck her tongue out at her sister as she rubbed the horse's jaw. "You have to have a job first, mom's already told you that."
Jenny frowned and shook her head. "What's the use of having a rich mom if you have to have a job and all that."
"Your mom is a smart lady. I see these rich kids around here all the time. They have no ambition other than to have the best of everything but they are always bored and jaded well beyond their years," Carl told Jenny.
"Hey, I could live with that," Jenny replied.
"Yeah, you probably could but it's not much of a life in the long run. They have more mental problems and get into more trouble than any two street kids I know. The only reason most of them haven't been in jail or worse is mommy and daddies money."
Jenny shrugged but Jerry said, "I understand what you mean, I think. They're given everything so they don't need to do anything or be anyone."
"That's about it in a nut shell," Carl said.
"I still want a new car," Jenny said.
Carl smiled at her and shook his head. "No new cars here just used horses, so pick one and let's see if you can stay on without falling off on your head."
*****
The girls knew about saddle pads and saddles even if they were not familiar with the English style. It was not long before they had the horses ready to ride. Jerry was first up on the short red mare. Carl spent several minutes adjusting her stirrups for length. She had them to long as most new riders had a habit of doing.
Now with the stirrups set, she was taking the mare through her paces in the small ring next to the barn. She had a little too much bounce in certain gates but overall she did well. Carl also noted the resemblance of her nice round ass to her mom's as she rode in circles around him.