Joey (20 yrs.) had moved from his home-town five years ago. He returned to compete in the "Unleash the Beast" event for the "Professional Bull Riding" (PBR). He drew the bull named, "Ice-man" for his first ride. He rode that bull last season, but only got a 7-second ride. He earned no points.
Mrs. Braddock (40 yrs.) is a sandy-blonde (36-24-37) who keeps her hair in a neatly tied bun. She's also a bull riding fan. Joey was the best friend of her son Ted until Joey left town at age fifteen. She is surprised that Joey's a bull riding athlete. He's aggressive and masculine who still has that boyish grin and the wavy, black hair.
Mrs. Braddock watches Joey through large binoculars. He climbs onto "Ice-man" inside of the bucking shoot. The bull is set free and Joey loses control after 4 seconds. His body falls off and the hand is stuck inside of the rope. He is tossed around like a rag doll. His hand is yanked free and the "Ice-man" slams him across the dirt.
Joey receives "zero" points and doesn't get to the second round.
The next day of the bull riding event. Mrs. Braddock searches the bleachers and discovers Joey sitting across from her. He's by himself who wears wrangler jeans, a western shirt, a black cowboy hat and boots.
She recalls years earlier when him and her son Ted jumped into her swimming pool. Joey wore a speedo swimsuit showing that bulge.
She whispers, "My goodness Joey."
Mrs. Braddock soon walks down the bleacher steps toward Joey. She wears blue Levi jeans and a white, long sleeve, ruffled blouse. There is no bra and both of her tit's jiggle underneath that ruffled fabric.
She smiles, "Welcome back Joey."
He looks up, "Mrs. Braddock. How are you?"
She says, "You're a top bull rider. That's great."
He nods, "Yeah, but not this weekend."
She asks, "Are you okay? That bull slammed you pretty hard."
He answers, "Yeah, I've been hit worse. Where's Ted. How is he?"
She answers, "He's at Pepperdine University."
He chuckles, "College? I started bull riding. Right out of high school."
Joey and Mrs. Braddock keep talking as the rodeo ends.
There are long hallways inside of the stadium. The whole place is shut down. Mrs. Braddock leans against a door in one hallway. Her white blouse is unbuttoned and is pushed over her left tit. Joey's right-hand pushes up that tit. His lips cover the pink, dollar-size, areola and the tongue flick's her erect nipple.
She whispers, "You're all grown up Joey."
His left fingers slide the blouse over her right tit. He begins to grope it gently.
She thinks she hears something and looks up the dark hallway.
She asks, "Is that security?"
His mouth lifts off of her tit and whispers, "It's nothing Mrs. Braddock."
His left hand pushes up on her right tit.
He says, "Mrs. Braddock. Your nipples are hard."
His lips cover that right areola and the tongue begins flicking her nipple.
She says, "They got hard when I saw you again."
His mouth lifts off of her nipple and he says, "Mrs. Braddock. When I was 13. I saved a picture of you in a bikini."
They kiss passionately as their tongues fight each other. It is so fucking hot.
Mrs. Braddock drops to her knees. Her right-hand rubs over his stiffness under those jeans.
He whispers, "It's really you Mrs. Braddock."
Her fingers un-buckle his belt and then un-hooks the jeans. She pulls down the zipper.
She whispers, "Joey, you're so hard."
