I took teen Patricia in both holes while her mother got stuffed by a horse cock - Sex Stories

I took teen Patricia in both holes while her mother got stuffed by a horse cock

For Patricia. The area I cover as a social worker is mostly rural, so I get to visit quite a number of small villages with their typical rural problems. One of those visits led me to a small farm, which had allegedly fallen into debt and disorder after the death of the owner. It was a nice spring day, and I was dressed in my usual casual clothes - a pair of brown/orange pants, a tight white t-shirt and a thin pale green jacket over it. My red hair was pulled back in a long streak and I wore my large brown sunglasses. When I arrived, I couldn't find anyone at the main house, so I began strolling around the grounds, heading for a small barn building, which might be a stables. Inside, I ran into a middle-aged woman, a few years older than me. She was pretty, with straight black hair and pale skin and a certain asian look that was unusual for this area. Her body looked lean, but stocky, and she was quite a bit shorter than me. I was startled to find her with almost her whole arm stuck inside a horse's vagina as she greeted me with a smile. "Hello, are you looking for something?" I stared, then introduced myself. "I'm from social services, and just came out here to check on you if there's anything you need," I explained. She looked at me concerned. "Well," she said, "times are rough since my husband passed, the old fool. Got drunk one night and got a kick from a horse, and that was it." She shrugged, pulling her arm back out, which was covered in a shoulder-long black rubber ...

... glove. "But I'm trying to keep business going, taking care of the horses and the land. Breeding them is our business," she added, stroking the mare's back. I nodded. "Is it possible that I could take a look at the animals to see if there's anything they would need?" I asked. She shrugged. "Sure," she said and led me down the barn. We went through a few boxes of horses which all looked well-groomed and taken care of, while she explained how they were breeding horses for riding, and what a delicate job it was, always trying to find a good match to get to a strong, healthy riding horse. Suddenly, when we opened yet another box, I could hear a loud gasp coming from underneath the horse: "Gaaaaah." A young female head appeared, white gooey liquid running from her mouth down her sweater and into a small bowl she held in her hand as she crawled out from under the animal. "Patricia!" the woman explained, freezing in shock. The girl looked puzzled. "But mom, I'm just milking the horses like we said," the girl answered after swallowing what's left in her mouth with a large gulp, licking her lips. I nodded. "I see," I said. "Is this part of the grooming?" Patricia's mother stared at me in silence, unsure what to say. "Please," she plead finally, "don't tell anyone. We're just trying to take good care of them, and procure fresh semen." She trembled in fear, glancing at her daughter sideways. "Can't you just... ignore what you saw?" she asked. I breathed in deep. "Hmm," I replied. "I guess I ...