Strangely enough, when they got home, Jennifer felt shy with her son again.

She had not intended to have him fuck her at the post office, there in public. But it had happened, and she was not sorry about it.

Johnny showered and went off to bed, and as she got ready for bed, Jennifer found herself wondering if it had been so good because Johnny was her son, or if it was because they fucked in a public place, where anyone could have watched them. The one thing she knew far sure, her orgasms had been stronger and more satisfying than any of her life.

She was starting to climb into bed when she suddenly turned and walked out her door, naked.

Johnny's bedroom door was closed, but a light came from underneath it.

She turned the handle and looked in.

Johnny was stretched out on his back, naked, holding one of her pictures in his hand, looking at it.

Jennifer gave her son a nervous smile, pushing his door wide open, standing there naked.

Johnny's face was flushed, but not with embarrassment. His eyes opened wide as she looked at her, his tongue moving over his lips. Jennifer stepped into his room.

"Want to fuck mother again?" she whispered, her voice sounding anxious.

Johnny stared at his mother with gaping mouth and fiery eyes.

Jennifer stood in the doorway, her feet apart on the floor, one hand framing the blonde hair of her pussy, the other hand cupping and lifting a perfectly shaped tit, a nervous smile on her lovely face. She gazed directly at her son's cock and balls, her pulses beating hotly.

"Oh, Mom!" Johnny moaned, gripping his cock hard.

Jennifer sat on the side of his bed, facing him. She pushed his hand off his cock and closed her own around it. When she squeezed, he gasped. Drawing her knee up on his bed, she deliberately spread her legs so he could see her cunt. She watched his face closely as she slowly pumped his hard cock.