She hated the games adult men and women played, hated the attitudes of men toward a woman once they fucked her. Men didn't seem to understand a woman had desires and hungers and erotic responses just as long as they did. But a boy, jacking off in secret, looking at a picture of a naked woman… that was what excited her. Not because the boy was jacking off, but because she could probably do anything she wanted with such a boy, give him pleasure without being shy or embarrassed.

Brenda had nothing to be embarrassed about. She was tall and beautiful, rich chestnut hair and green eyes. Her body was slender, but her tits were shapely and pointed. She had a small waist with rounded hips and graceful, slim thighs. Her ass smelled out sweetly and made the mouth water. And her cunt… her cunt was juicy and hot and ever so ready to fuck. The dark curls fanned out toward her hips, thick and lush, curling along her swollen pussy lips and licking neatly toward her asshole.

She had men, if she wanted them, plenty of them. But she wanted… Joey!

The name shook her, and the vibrator pulled from her cunt.

Joey was her son, her young son. He was in school and would be home in about half an hour. Joey who excited her more than any other boy or man she had ever known, Joey, her son, who collected colorful magazines of naked women, Joey, who jerked off behind the closed door of the bathroom every day after school, and then at night in bed. Joey, who was jacking off while she used this fucking vibrator!

Joey, jacking off… she fucking herself with the vibrator. They could be fucking each other!

Brenda dropped the vibrator, no longer wanting to use it. She sat up on the bed, swinging her lovely legs over the edge. Would Joey do it she wondered. Would it embarrass him? Would he feel ashamed of her?