Why had she stepped over his head and let him look up her dress, Peggy couldn't understand. Perhaps it was knowing that he was using her panties in order to jack off, or maybe it was due to her own longsuffering frustration. For a woman who had been fucked only once in her life, Peggy had some wild, erotic hungers that were becoming very hard to control.

Last night, alone in her bed, Peggy had given herself half a dozen orgasms with her fingers, the most she had ever experienced. And in her mind she had fantasized about her son, about his cock straining inside his pants.

She didn't think he was fucking some little girl. She wasn't sure Tommy knew any girls, at least close enough to fuck them. He was a loner, staying away from most of the boys and girls, and she felt it was due to her rumored reputation. Obviously he had heard snide comments about her, if not from boys and girls at school, then from some man he passed on the street. She had seen him come home filled with fury with his shirt torn. She had finally gotten it out of him that he had been fighting for her, protecting her with his fists against those cruel, harsh words.

She stood, looking at her reflection in the mirror. If she was a lesbian, she said to herself, then she was the most beautiful one she had ever heard about.

Peggy had rich, dark brown hair, with an oval shaped face and wide set eyes of sparkling green. Her complexion was a light olive color, and her skin satiny to the touch. She had firm tits. Her stomach was flat and her waist small.

There was nothing wrong with her looks at all.

She was lovely and desirable, even through the icy gleam in her eyes when a man made a pass at her. She grinned at her reflection, saying in her mind, If they only knew what I was really like, really wanted, they'd be lined up outside the door, day and night, weeks on end.

A bitch in heat.

The phrase slipped into her mind, and she knew it was true. She was in heat, a deep heat.