The summer before, while Paul was with her, Donna had initiated the sex thing with him. Paul had been eager and willing, something that delighted her to no end. He had a mind similar to hers, erotic. So unlike her husband. Donna's husband, Gene, had enjoyed fucking her and licking between her thighs, and in general they had enjoyed a fairly good marriage and sexual life. Yet there was something neither she nor Gene could pinpoint, something lacking in their relationship. They got alone well, enjoyed each other's body to the fullest, but both seemed unfulfilled, dissatisfied with their lot.

Neither wanted a divorce so a separation had been settled upon and they now lived apart, sharing their son. Since Donna insisted on working, she allowed her son to remain with his father during the school months and kept him with her during the summer, the time she took a leave of absence from her work to be with him.

Donna still loved her husband and knew he loved her. If only they could understand what they wanted, needed, then the separation would end. They would be together again as a family. She knew Paul wanted them back with each other. Still, if it had not been for the separation, she might not have gotten involved with her son sexually. And Donna wanted this a great deal. She loved fondling and stroking her son's cock, playing with and kissing his prick. She loved having his hands on her body, sucking her nipples and feeling her hairy cunt and swelling ass. It had been so easy to involve Paul last summer. He had been ready for it, as ready as she had been.

She had found her son jacking his cock off in the bathroom. His cock had not been very big a year ago and still had a lot to grow. But it had thrilled her tremendously when she walked in and saw his cock in his hand, so sweetly hard. Paul had not been embarrassed; he had been quite proud of his prick.

Paul sat on the toilet with his knees wide, and when she gently removed his hand from his cock so she could see his prick fully, he sat relaxed, his cock standing up from his crotch, that small tuft of hair at the base, his lovely balls dangling underneath. Donna gazed upon her son's cock with burning, eager eyes, seeing its swollen head and the tiny piss hole.