The lucky guy that managed to fuck Kathy found himself with a woman of his dreams. Once she fucked a guy, she was his, loyal and faithful. She would do anything for him, anything at all. Whatever pleased him, turned him on, she was his eager, uninhibited partner. But Kathy had been hurt by most of those guys. She had been hurt by her husband, who couldn't accept her eager, intense, erotic hungers, never believing a girl with such appetites could possibly be faithful. After he had left in a paranoid condition, Kathy had been devastated. She began taking on anyone who showed kindness to her, but as usual, it never lasted. They all had been like her ex-husband: jealous, paranoid, not believing she could be such a hot piece of ass and still true to them.

That was the reason for Kenny.

Kenny; her son.

Kenny loved her, seldom made demands on

her, never accused her of being untrue. He was always hugging her, telling her he loved her. She returned his affection, taking delight in his hands and kisses. When she realized the effect he was giving her, she didn't feel shocked-she felt elated. Her attention toward him became more of a girlfriend than a mother, and Kenny appeared to enjoy this.

When she understood he was, getting an interest in her body other than closeness, Kathy made up her mind. She wanted to fuck Kenny, fuck her son, be his woman. With Kenny, she would not need another guy. With Kenny, she wouldn't be afraid of accusations, real or imagined. Kenny would accept her, accept what she had to give, without question. She was certain of that.

Kenny sat on the grass before her, paying no attention to any of the boys and girls in the park.