And Angela, who had been standing in the kitchen and listening to the torrid fuck session taking place in Lori's bedroom, returned quietly to her own room. She was so horny that she was shaking, and she could hear her dripping-wet pussy squishing luridly between her thighs as she moved.

It didn't make her at all jealous that Lori and Jimmy were fucking. Instead it just made her horny. First, it made it less likely that Lori would object if she ever learned that Jimmy fucked his own mother. And second, it made Angela wonder for the first time what exactly had taken place between Lori and young Ricky, when the two had been all alone in Lori's old house across the state.

Yes, Angela thought feverishly, she would have to talk to Ricky about that, wouldn't she? Angela's cunt creamed even more heavily as she remembered the promising bulge in her younger son's crotch. Yes, she would certainly have to talk to Ricky about it as soon as she could.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I'm a filthy, horny slut, Angela thought excitedly, as she stood outside her son Ricky's bedroom door, twenty-four hours later. Ricky was up late, reading, and she was going to use the opportunity to seduce him. It wasn't completely safe, because Jimmy's room was a short distance down the hall, and Angela had no way of being sure that Jimmy wouldn't wake up again for some late night prowling.

But Angela didn't care. As a matter of fact, she hardly cared if Ricky actually had fucked Lori; she'd made up her mind to seduce Ricky anyway. Her pussy had been dripping wet all day, all caused by fantasies about the meaty bulge in Ricky's crotch. She simply had to find out if Ricky was as wonderfully well-hung as Jimmy.

"Oh, Ricky," Angela whispered, rapping lightly on the door. "Ricky, are you awake?"