"Mom," he said. "There's nothing in the world that I enjoy more than fucking you."

"Thank you," she whispered. "But how many girls at school have you fucked?"

"None," he answered. "You're the only person I've screwed."

"You mean you haven't even fucked Karen!" she gasped, referring to the pretty young redhead he was going steady with.

"Nope," he grinned. "We've fooled around a little bit, but I've never laid her."

"Well, I think you should." His mother smiled. "I don't want you to ever stop screwing me, but I think it's time you start balling some girls your own age."

"I have plenty of time for that," he said, taking his mother into his arms.

For the next half-hour they just clung to each other, enjoying the warm afterglow of their heavenly climaxes. Jerry couldn't remember when he'd ever felt so satisfied and relaxed.

"Mother," he said, smiling at the beautiful woman. "I hope you'll always let me fuck you."

"Don't worry, honey," she replied. "My hot pussy will always be ready and waiting for you."

CHAPTER TWO

The following Monday morning, Joe Harlan stopped by to pick Jerry up for school. The two boys played on the football team together, and were very close friends. Even though Joe and Jerry were pals, there was something about the dark-haired boy that Laura didn't particularly like. He had a certain insolence about him that disturbed the woman.

When Joe rang the doorbell that morning, Laura answered it. Jerry was still upstairs dressing.

"Hi, Joe," she said. "Come on in. Jerry will be down in a minute."

"Hello, Mrs. Mason," the boy said, his eyes boldly staring at the deep cleavage that was partially exposed in the rather low neckline of her blouse. "How's my favorite teacher to day?"

Joe was a student in Laura's last history class of the day.