She remembered all that as she lay on her bed, her feet now drawn underneath so she could arch her hairy cunt high, her knees spread wide. The wall opposite her bed was almost a solid mirror, and she watched her hair-lined pussy as she moved a finger about her inflamed clit.
It was a hungry cunt, a greedy cunt, a cunt that demanded fucking by a tongue or cock. It was a cunt that loved hard cock more than anything in the world, and her pussy never seemed to get enough.
Watching her reflected cunt in the mirrored wall, her knees very wide, seeing the cheeks of her creamy, rounded, tight ass clench, she fucked her finger in and out, making herself come in a series of explosive orgasms.
As she produced these exquisite ripples of delight, she let her mind return to the present, and to the cocks of Eric and Marty, her two sons…
CHAPTER TWO
It was a beautiful, warm summer day, and Joan was going to get some cock.
She had not had a nice hard cock inside her cunt for over three months, and she wanted one desperately. She had gone the usual route of the divorcee – found a decent cocktail lounge, allowed herself to be picked up by some man, got fucked in some dingy motel room that made her feel like some five-dollar whore, then forgot the guy.
Those quick fucks were okay as far as they went. Most of them were satisfying enough, from a physical standpoint, but Joan wanted a great deal more than one-night stands. She required a closeness she had not found in any of those men, an emotional closeness. Without that, fucking was not nearly as good. But Joan did not want to become so emotionally involved with a man that it would lead to marriage.