"Like doing this!" she said softly. "I like feeling good between my legs. I like it when I can feel between the legs of an older woman, too."

"Cindy, I…" But Donna couldn't finish. She watched with increasing passion as the girl continued fondling her cunt. She balled her hands into fists and pressed them into the cushions of the couch at her hips. She was trembling with excitement.

"I see you all the time," Cindy said, her voice sounding. Grown up, loaded with passion. "I've been looking at you and thinking how nice it would be if you liked me."

Donna's eyes followed Cindy's hand as it moved up and down her crotch. Ideas flooded her mind, filling her with erotic images. She had been without anyone since her son had gone back to his father almost nine months ago. She was tired and bored with using her own fingers at her pussy. Then the thought flared in her mind that this would not be unfaithful act against Gene. It was different. Doing things with her son was not being unfaithful, either, she felt. That was part of the family. And being with a girl was not the same as letting a boy or man fuck her.

It would be pleasant, she thought, to fondle this exquisite blonde girl, delicious to have those small hands running over her own body.

Cindy, apparently seeing the thoughts in Donna's eyes, stood up. For a moment Donna felt panic rising, thinking Cindy was leaving, going because she, Donna, was not receptive to her display of wanton desire. But Cindy was not leaving. She pulled her halter off, exposing her small tits. Donna stared at them. Small but so perfectly formed. They were tight and shapely with luscious pink nipples standing up in hardness.

"Now you," Cindy said in a soft voice.

Before she realized it, Donna opened her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Cindy squealed with pleasure as she looked at Donna's tits. "Oh, they're beautiful!"