She had two other children, Penny and Mike. Diane didn't know why, but Mike had never appealed to her as much, and she had to admit that she hadn't given him as much love while he was growing up. A star football player in college, he was so big and muscular that he sometimes frightened her, his own mother. Mike was as bold and arrogant as he looked, too. Kenny was much gentler, much more lovable.

And much more fuckable. Sitting on the toilet seat, Diane slid her hand up her luscious thighs; she whimpered under her breath as she stabbed two fingers into her curly haired pussy. Then she started to jack off, humping her ass lightly off the toilet seat, massaging her hard clit with her thumb.

Sometimes she spent whole days thinking about Kenny's lean, slender body, his golden haired thighs and his sinewy ass cheeks. She wanted to squeeze that hard young ass while she dropped her head into his crotch opening her mouth wide… filling her mouth with his beautiful, big prick.

The desire to fuck him had worsened as he grew older. Now she'd even called out his name while fucking Harry. Diane was afraid of what her desires might make her do next.

Why did she have to be this way, she thought miserably. Her husband made a fantastic living, even in a recession. Their sprawling two-story home was everything she'd ever dreamed of, with separate bedrooms for each of her children. At thirty-nine, she still had the beautiful face and voluptuous, big-titted body that had won her homecoming queen honors in high school.

Men were always whistling at her, always getting big hard-ons when she wore a sexy dress. If she wanted to cheat on Harry, she could have had her choice of any frustrated husband in the suburbs.

But she wanted Kenny. She wanted her own child.

Fuck me, Kenny, Diane thought. She couldn't say the words aloud, but there was no harm in hearing them in her mind. Her enormous tits jiggled lightly as she started to hump her ass off the toilet, grinding her wet, hairy pussy onto her fingers.