Leaves danced across the yard as the wind sang through the trees and called to its spirit dancer. The porch creaked as Manteca stepped out of the house answering the summons. Sliding her shirt off, she dropped it on the steps as she descended into the wind's embrace. Twirling and stomping her feet, she danced under the setting sun. The long hot fingers of the sun pulled and tugged at her skirt until it fell from her swaying hips. Sliding through the grass on her knees she arched her back thrusting her breasts up, dancing her beads between her chocolate breasts. The wind caressed her heated body, pressing its cool fingers between her thighs. Closing her eyes she felt the sun stroke her breasts. Dropping her raven black hair back from across her eyes she gasped as the wind spirits rubbed and stroked her clit; never had nature urged her to sing her mating song like this before. She sang out as she climaxed urging the newest lovers to break through their separation and join together allowing Mother Nature to ease their pain.
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Linda screamed into the rain, hollering her hatred for her ex-husband. How could he take everything she has? How does he have the right to take her ranch? Spinning around she looked across her land. For generations the ranch had belonged to her family. Now she would be losing it to that no-account jack-ass.
Falling to her knees, she screamed and screamed as her tears ran down her face falling and blending with the rain. Pounding the ground with her fist, she begged the land to help her save what she treasured, not to lose where her family toiled long hours and loved for hundreds of years.
"Please, please help me?" Linda wailed, knowing that her efforts where in vain. She collapsed her head in her hands, her body shock with each jerking sob. Curling up into a ball she laid under the storming skies, praying that she could become one with the land, so she would never part from her home.
"Where's my mother?" Kent yelled through the house, shaking off the rain from his Stetson.
Margaret jumped as his voice boomed and shook the rafters.
"I can't find her, sir," she said, hurrying over to where he stood. "After your father called she ran from the house in tears."
"Damn it," he cursed under his breath. He knew his father was ruthless, but he never knew he would stoop this low. Calling his mother was just what his father would have done to frighten her.
Kent grinned, knowing his father was receiving a call this evening informing him he had no rights to the ranch.
Kent's grandfather knew that Jerold was no good, after getting Linda pregnant when she was sixteen; he had instead left the ranch to his grandson. His grandmother had kept it a secret, waiting on the day that Jerold would show his true colors. Now that Whispering Wind Ranch belonged to Kent, his family's heritage could continue.
"I'm going to head out towards the stables. I need you to get her room ready--I'm sure I'll find her there." Kent said, slamming his cowboy hat back on his head. He was glad he didn't take off his rain slicker. Stepping fast through the house, his boots echoed off the walls.
Thunder roared outside. Kent felt chills run down his back. He could tell something was different with this storm. It felt as if it was calling to him.
Kent could see one of the horses running free in the coral. Hopping over the fence he reined the horse in, hoping that there wouldn't be another thunder clap to spook the horse. Safely securing the horse within his stall, Kent scanned the stables for his mother. Not seeing her he walked back out, turning to the right, and heading out to the fields. He spotted his mother lying curled in a ball.
Cursing, he ran over to where she lay and scooped her up in his arms. "Fool woman, what the hell were you thinking? Don't you know you mean more to me then any inheritance?" He yelled over the thundering rain.
"You don't owe this ranch your life," he screamed down at her shaking form.
Lightning flashed across the sky striking the ground in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. Knowing that he needed to get to the house fast, he hesitated, hearing a faint chant over the roar of the rain. He noticed the wind had changed directions. He shoved through the down-pouring rain; the wind pushed him forward nearly tripping him.
"Margaret do you have her room ready?" Kent said, stumbling into the house. Regaining his footing he noticed Margaret held a large towel. He suddenly felt possessive, he found her, and he wanted to keep her.
"Leave it. I'll take care of my mother. Head on home to your family before this storm gets any worse." Shouting over his shoulder, Kent quickly headed down the hall to his mother's bedroom.
"Yes, sir," Margaret said, sliding on her raincoat.
Margaret thought it was very romantic how Kent was cradling Linda in his arms, rescuing her, her hero. She knew how this scene would end in one of her romance novels, a beautifully satisfying fuck, joining two souls as one. If only Kent wasn't Linda's son, then she could feel the sexual passion that a man like him possessed. Linda needed a strong protective man like Kent in her life.
Striding into his mother's bedroom, Kent gently stood her bedside her iron bathtub. After removing her clothes, he stripped his clothing from his body and sat behind her adding his own body heat to warm her shivering body in the water.
Lying back against his chest, Linda starred blankly at the dressing mirror. All she could think of was how she had lost her son's inheritance.
"Why would he want Whispering Wind?" Linda whimpered. "He never liked it here. He once told me he preferred city life." Linda said, bringing her hands up and covering her face.
"I'm sorry," she wailed, "I fought so hard to keep this place. Your grandfather never wanted me to marry your father. Once he mentioned Jerold was too heartless to understand what it meant to take care of the land. I know that now, but it's too late to change the past."
Pausing she brushed her blonde hair out of her face. "I just don't know if I would want to change the past. It would mean not having you, and you are the best thing he ever gave me."
Reaching up she gently caressed her son's cheek, as it dawned on her how intimately close they sat, "I must admit if you weren't my son, this would be totally romantic." Smiling she laid her head down on his chest. Bringing his arms around her chest, she gave them a gentle squeeze.
Kent could feel his heart leap at her words. Dropping his head back, he closed his eyes against the pain of not being able to live his life the way he wanted. He was a man of the land, his grandfather had always taught him that he could work hard and have what he wanted, but he knew what he wanted was the one thing he couldn't have.
Throwing caution to the wind he knew he had to ask her. Lifting his hands from around her shoulders, he stroked her arms hesitantly. Meeting her gaze in the mirror he pleaded with his eyes.
"Mom, will you let me?"
Sliding a hand down her body, he watched as her eyes widened. Cupping his left palm over her pussy, using his index finger, he slowly flicked his finger in and out of her pussy lips, allowing the water to suck in and out of her cunt.
Surprised by his question, she was lost for words when he started to stroke her so intimately.
"I...um..."
