Kathy grinned lewdly.

"Hold it for a while," she suggested.

Kenny felt his mother's ass bouncing with movement as they walked, and when she removed her hand from his, Kathy was pleased he left his palm there. The feel of his hand cupping her ass sent a sparkling sensation of heat from her feet to the top of her head. Kenny squeezed his mother's ass, chuckling softly with delight.

"Mmmmm," Kathy mewled, hugging him against her. "DO it again!"

He squeezed, digging his fingers into her firm flesh.

"Oh, God!" Kathy cried out softly. "I think we better hurry home!"

By the time they reached their house, Kathy was burning up. Her cunt was pulsating wetly, and her clit was so tight, so very hard, she could hardly stand the brush of her panties on it. Everything was going to be fine, she knew. Kenny wanted it as much as she did, and she wanted his cock with a desperation that was new to her. She always wanted cock, but now that need was more intense than ever.

CHAPTER TWO

Kathy locked the door after they entered. She leaned back against it as Kenny stood in the middle of the room, looking at her, waiting to see what was next.

Kathy's eyes fixed upon the outline of his cock. Her brown eyes smoldered, moist, slightly glazed. Her tongue moved about her lips, wetly, and she was breathing fast now, her tits lifting and falling, her nipples rubbing at the nylon blouse. The urge to grab her son and throw him to the floor, jerk his cock out and squat on it, Fuck him frantically, was strong. But she couldn't do that-she had to make sure her son was ready, ready to Fuck her. She couldn't ruin it now.