Catherine wondered if the girl was telling her the truth.

She thought about Johnny Watson playing with Joanne's tits.

"Didn't he expect you to do anything? You know – to play with his cock, maybe?"

"Oh, Mom!"

"Well, it's natural," Catherine said.

Now Joanne was really blushing deeply. "He made me jerk him off," she said. "Did he? Tell me about it."

"Well, he said I would have to get out of the car if I didn't. And we were way out in the country. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. So, finally, I took his cock out and pumped it up and down and he shot all over my legs."

"Didn't he try to – fuck you?" Catherine asked, intrigued.

Joanne naturally assumed that her mother's interest was in her welfare and chastity, not realizing it was a lustful interest.

"No," she said. "I think he's a virgin, really. Anyhow, he was satisfied with a hand-job, thank heavens."

"Are you seeing him again?"

"I don't think so – although I had to tell him I would. He's just too interested in sex."

This conversation was making Catherine horny again.

With vicarious fascination, she wished that her daughter had more to confess – or to admit. She would have loved to hear that Joanne had been fucked or had given the boy a blow-job.

She would have loved to give the boy a blowjob, herself, as a matter of fact.

Robert was still in bed.

Catherine decided to go back upstairs and get fucked.

Robert was just about to get out of bed. He had pulled the covers off and was just going to sit up when Catherine came into the bedroom. He noticed the gleam in her jade-green eyes, and he knew from long experience what that signified. He grinned at her and stayed where he was, naked and uncovered.

Catherine closed the door.

She was wearing a dressing gown – nothing else. She slipped it off as she advanced onto the bed. Robert watched her. His prick was not erect. It hung down in a fat loop along his thigh. But now his cock began to twitch a bit, rising as if it were a periscope elevating to observe the approach of the naked woman.