"I don't know what's got into me," Susan had said during her last call a few moments ago. "I know I shouldn't use you as a sounding board, seeing as how we're what might be veiled wives-in-law."

"Don't worry about it, Susan," Marcy had said. "I understand very well what you're going through with Brad. I was married to him for a number of years, remember. None of this is new to me."

"Marcy, about Saturday."

"Forget it!" Marcy said quickly feeling her face turn warm. She glanced at Jerry, who was sitting on the couch. Turning her back to her so she said softly into the phone. "It was done and over with, Susan. It was one of those things. I've forgotten about it. It won't happen again."

"It was lovely," Susan replied. "I mean, touching you that way. I suppose I should feel ashamed of myself, but I don't."

"Well, I am," Marcy said.

"It's just that, well, I need it, Marcy," Susan said. "I need it more than I'm getting now, which is zilch. He keeps fucking his damned high school cunts and I don't get anything. I mean, not even to suck his fucking cock. And, Marcy I have to confess, I love to suck a big hard cock."

"Susan, I'd rather not discuss this on the…"

"I can come over," Susan said quickly, cutting in.

"No!" Marcy said, a bit too loudly. "I mean, I'm busy today."

But Susan was purring softly. "I'd love to feel you up again, Marcy. I really liked feeling your cunt. It's so soft and moist. I bet your pussy has a real sweet taste to it. That's it, Marcy," Susan breathed. "I'll try it. Although I've never kissed a cunt in my life, I'm so fucking horny now I'd suck your pussy good!"

"Susan, we should not be talking like this." Marcy wanted to slam the phone down, but she pressed it to her ear, listening closely, feeling excitement starting in her body. With her back to her son, she bunched the cheeks of her ass, unaware that Jerry could see the movement in her dress.