When she heard the door to the restroom open and close, she spread her knees wide apart and began to ram her finger in and out of her cunt swiftly, squirming on the toilet seat. She panted and groaned, making juicy sounds as she fingerfucked herself in a frenzy, the scene still burning in her mind.

She came again, stronger and harder, yet she still wanted more. She had never been so aroused, so outrageously hot and wet. She knew, though, that the more she fingerfucked herself, it would only become worse, not better.

Feeling frustrated, she yanked her panties up, snapping the elastic around her hips. After washing her hands, she left the restroom.

She drove straight home, hardly knowing what she was doing.

Rushing into the house, she began undressing immediately. She left her clothing in a trail over the floor. She filled the tub with hot water, sprinkling in oils and perfumes. She bathed, trying not to think of what was in her mind. Suddenly, she sat upright, eyes wide.

"He called her Mom!" she gasped. It was finally dawning on her that it had been the boy's mother who had sucked his cock off. "My God, she was his mother!"

Immediately she saw her son in her mind. She saw Johnny without his clothes on, naked, his cock jutting up with hardness. Shaken by such an image, Lisa got out of the tub and dried herself. She pulled on panties and was starting to dress when she heard her son come into the house. With a frantic glance at her bedside clock, she saw it was his usual time to come home from school.

She heard Johnny call out for her. She grabbed at something to cover herself when she heard his coming toward her room. She was standing near the bed holding her blouse over her tits when her son entered.

Johnny stopped, his eyes widening.

Lisa froze, unable to move. She had never been undressed before her son, even in her skimpy panties. She saw his eyes move over her body, seeing her long, slender thighs, her bikini panties. She could not help but notice the sudden bulge in his pants.