"I need you, baby," she had told him on the telephone. "I need that sweet tongue of yours up my cunt. Honey, I miss the way you tongue fuck mother's cunt, making me come and come so good! I can't wait for summer."

Paul reminded his mother of her promise to let him fuck her the following summer, and she reminded him that he could fuck her only if he was able to squirt come juice. Paul informed his mother that he was jacking off every day, trying to come.

Donna undressed and finger fucked herself for over an hour, coming until she was exhausted. The rest of the year was hell for Donna. Every time she called Gene, she told him of her love for him, and they had to come to some decision regarding their lives soon. She informed him she would not date, and in a small feeling of jealousy, asked him if he had been dating. When he replied negatively, she was elated. Donna came very close to asking him to visit her then.

When she hung up, she was frustrated and wandered about the house, searching for something to shove up her burning cunt, anything she could use to fuck herself with. She wished she had a rubber cock, but was embarrassed to buy one. Finding nothing in the house to use, she undressed and sat on the couch with her legs wide open, panties off, and finger fucked herself furiously, thinking of her son and Gene.

A month before her son was to arrive for his summer visit with her, her erotic mind was going at high speed. She began to understand more about herself, her desires, and perhaps, Gene's. She began to recall some of the conversations they had had about sex, and she found things falling into place, becoming clear.

Two weeks before Paul was to arrive, Donna round, quite by accident, someone nearby who had a mind as erotic as her own, and she was not bothered by feelings of unfaithfulness.