No. He shook his head. That was stupid. She was here every evening and every night. If she was having affairs, it was in the daytime. He didn't think so though.

His stupid fantasies about her took on new light to him with the realization that she like, craved sex, just as he did. If she wasn't getting any, maybe… maybe…

He began to be more and more affected by her now. Several times, he'd gotten a hard-on right near her, just by looking at her. He thought about that body all the time. He couldn't escape it, couldn't think of anything else but the need to possess her.

Two nights later, he was parked over on pierpoint road with Meghan Donnely. His left hand was up under her sweater, squeezing bare tit as they kissed heavily. His passions were boiling and bubbling.

It wasn't just the feel of Meghan's soft skin against his hand that excited him. He was thinking about getting his Mom here, about doing this to her, about her moaning and sighing like Meghan was.

His erection was a hot, hard spear between his legs. It was shoving against his jeans with enough force to tear the fabric. He unsnapped them, then lowered the zipper.

His hand sized Meghan's, pulled it easily across to his lap and pushed it down his pants onto his hard, throbbing meat. She'd gasped in surprise when she'd felt it, and tried to pull back, but he wouldn't let her, pushing her hand down deeper, until she'd reluctantly closed her fingers around the hot prick and squeezed.

That was all it took too. His cock exploded, throwing him back against the seatback as his body shuddered and shook in climax.

Meghan had been both repulsed and flattered that he'd gotten so hot on account of her. It made her feel flattered and important. It also, of course, made her hot.