By the time her orgasm faded, her lower face was smeared with boy-cum. She stood up, her face radiant, her cunt still pulsating around her buried fingers. The orgasm had been strong, very strong. It was the strongest she had had in a long time.

And she wanted more.

With a soft squeal, she climbed onto her son's bed, squatting above the moist place. She pulled the crotch of her skimpy panties to one side, exposing her pussy. She lifted the sheet and rubbed the wetness at her cunt, working the sheet inside. She moaned softly as she stiffened her finger with the sheet around it, and began to finger-fuck herself that way. She pretended her finger was her son's cock, the wetness the sheet his spurting cum.

Using two hands at her cunt now, Peggy rammed one finger in and out of her cunt, the fingers of the other hand twisting and rubbing at her distended clit. She rocked her ass about, squealing softly with ecstasy.

"Ooooh, fuck it, baby, fuck it!" she whispered. "Fuck that cunt, honey! Ram it to me! Ohhh, yes, baby, fuck that hot, wet cunt!"

She screamed, biting at her tongue to muffle the sound. Her cunt seemed to pull her sheet wrapped finger deeper inside. The spasms were very tight, gripping her finger in rippling contraction. She cried out time and again until a series of orgasms began to calm. She was weak, very weak, and remained squatting there, but with her sheet-wrapped finger out of her cunt now. Her tits felt very swollen, her nipples extremely sensitive.

After a short rest, she climbed from Ted's bed. Her legs trembled weakly as she looked down at the sheet. The wetness was spreading larger now. She grinned to herself, thinking she would leave the sheet where it was. Perhaps Ted would see what she had done.