Carol undressed in her bedroom, then ran a tub of hot water, tossing in oils and bubble bath. She soaked in the water for a long time, deciding to ignore Mike from now on. He was not the boy she had met two months ago.

Drying her exquisite body with a huge, fluffy towel, then draping it around her, she went into the bedroom and brushed her hair. The mirror showed the puffy, bruised condition of her lips, and she firmed her resolve to never

again see Mike.

He isn't the only one, she told herself. Those other boys on the court seemed to like me. They sure looked at me. I should have given them a good look under my dress. I bet there's at least one of them who would be nice, with a beautiful cock.

She started for the big bed, a smile on her lips as she reviewed the boys she had seen. Some of them were quite good looking. Maybe they would not have as large a cock as Mike, but that didn't matter to her. The size of a prick was not all that important to Carol. It was a teenage cock that interested her, those young, hairy balls… that was what she was interested in.

As she placed a knee on the bed, she heard a groan.

Carol paused, frowning.

With the towel still wrapped around her, tucked tightly between her straining tits, she went into the hallway. The sound had come from her son's room. Usually Carol checked on Jimmy and Karen when she came in late, but tonight she had been so mad and hurt by Mike's actions that she had forgotten.

Carol always insisted on the bedroom doors being open. She told her children it was so she could hear them if they became ill or cried out in their sleep. She looked into her son's bedroom. There was a full moon, and his window was open. The silvery light cast a dim glow over his body.