Clara drained the boy before releasing his cock from her mouth. She held his shriveling dick tenderly in her hand and looked up into his face.

"There, wasn't that nicer than doing nasty things with the nasty little girls at your school?" she said.

"Yeah, Mom," Chuck said, sounding less than convinced. "But it could be a lot better. If… if I can get it up again, will you let me fuck you?"

"Of course not, Charles, and don't be ugly. How many times have I told you not to use that word in front of your mother?" Clara snapped, and got to her feet.

"You can fuck me, Chuck, you can fuck me," Virginia murmured softly. She drew in her lower lip and bit down hard. The blood tasted salty in her mouth. Sill, she knew if Chuck was here beside her, he could do anything he wanted.

"But Mom, I've never done it, and I need to do it," Chuck whined.

"Don't be so typically male, Charles," Clara Morrison told her son. "Now put it back in your pants. You should be perfectly happy with what I do for you.

"Okay, Mom," Chuck answered sullenly. He stuffed his prick away and zipped up his pants.

Virginia slumped to the pound, the excitement of what she had just seen still pounding at her temples. All of a sudden, watching didn't seem to be enough, and it frightened her. She sat on the damp pound for almost half an hour before rising and putting on her underwear.

Harvey was none the wiser, still sprawled on the couch sawing logs. She looked at the slob for several minutes before going up to the bedroom, where she decided a hot bath would wash away some of the sin and guilt nagging at her brain.

The bath soothed her body, and the heady, drowsy feeling seemed to calm her fears. So she had watched through the fence, so she had pushed her pants down and jacked off… so fucking what? it was Clara Morrison who had sucked off her kid. She felt up her pussy under the hot soapy water, and it felt good. Her cunt opened generously to the touch of her fingers and she was again immersed in lust.