"Hey, come an! I want to see if the old homestead's changed any," Doug said as he put his arm around his mother's waist again and walked briskly out of the terminal. Joanne listened patiently to her son's description of the school and its programs, aware of the two guys walking closely behind her. Maybe it was her imagination, but Joanne thought she could feel the hot stares of both guys on her firm ass-cheeks. As Doug babbled on about the sports programs and how well he'd done in various swimming meets, Joanne wondered how long Bob Decker's and Jim Smith's dicks were, and if they'd be able to give her the kind of climax that was only a memory now.

"Hey, you've got to came up for the mini-Olympics," Doug said as he climbed into Joanne's car. "We're all in them-me, Jim and Bob."

"Oh?" Joanne said, turning around and smiling at the two guys as they climbed into the back seat.

"Right. I'm swimming the hundred-meter, and Bob and Jim are going in for the weight-lifting contest," Doug said as they turned out of the parking lot.

"I'll put that on my calendar," Joanne said, wondering what kind of muscles both teens had under those tight-fitting military uniforms.

As the city lights flashed by in the growing blackness of late afternoon, Joanne's mind was a kaleidoscope of sexual pictures. She thought of the couple fingering one another in the bus station., Then she pictured Bob Decker's body, dark, naked and hairy, grinding against her big tits. And there was Jim Smith, taller than Doug and slender, but with a kind of hidden quiet strength under those long legs that made her clit vibrate like a tuning fork.

"Hey, we're here!" Doug suddenly cried out, pointing at the darkened house.

Joanne couldn't believe it! It had been a miracle that they weren't killed. All she'd been thinking about was her rumbling twat and every kind of prick that could take care of it. Joanne didn't remember a thing about driving the car home!