Later, he told her he'd never had someone's finger in his ass while they blew him. She got him to admit he liked it. She lay on the bed with her legs spread and her fingers tickling her pussy. The boy was on his back beside her. She reached over and pinched his cock.

"You could do something for me now," she suggested.

"What's that?"

"You could show me how good you are at sucking pussy."

She'd learned it was always better to ask for it. The boy didn't mind. He showed no great enthusiasm, but at least he didn't mind. She didn't care about his enthusiasm. Boys were never good at cunt-lapping. Older men were always better than boys at sucking pussy. But she wanted the kid's mouth on her cunt. She licked her lips as he went down on her. She pulled her knees back to her tits and watched his tongue stroke up and down on her cunt slit. Using her fingers, she opened her pussy for him.

"On my clit, honey. Do it right on my clit."

What they didn't know, they could learn. She told him what she wanted. She kept her cuntlips spread apart with her fingers as he licked and sucked her clit. She never came quickly. She loved having her pussy eaten out, but it usually took forever to make her come. She doubted she would make it now. He'd have a sore tongue before he brought her off. She didn't care. His cock would soon be ready again, and she'd get a good fuck out of him. With a boy, the best thing was the fucking. They weren't much good at anything else unless they were instinctive lovers. Some of them knew how to please a woman. Some of them were heavenly. Hard cock and hungry mouth and clever hands.

She wondered what time it was. Maybe four o'clock. In an hour and a half, she'd be home, and she'd have a bath and get dinner ready for Clay. Her one and only. Her son Clay was the only real man in her life, the only one she cared about. She hadn't seen his father since the divorce, shortly after Clay was born. She hoped the sonofabitch was in jail somewhere.