She sprawled on the bed, her legs wide, her cunt still twitching, and looked at her son from slitted eyes. He stood at the side of the bed, looking down at her, his cock glistening from the mixed juices of his come juice and her cunt.

They looked at one another for a long time, neither speaking.

Then Brett turned, pulling up his pants and leaving her in the room alone.

Karen threw an arm over her eyes and began to sob with humiliation and horror at what she had done. But it had not really been her, she told herself. It had been that beast pacing inside her body, the beast that demanded, devoured and made her believe she was going out of her mind.

She had allowed it to take control of her, absolute control. Never would she have fucked her son, she told herself. It was the beast, that fiery, gnawing animal inside her cunt. It made her feel better to blame her actions on some intangible something, that could not be seen, but certainly could be felt inside her.

One thing that helped her place the blame on something other than herself was that she knew she would not have fucked her ex-husband that way. She would- never have pulled her knees up and spread them, exposing her cunt so lewdly. If her fuck partner had been her husband, she would have simply opened her legs and let him shove his cock into her. She might have wiggled and thrust with him, but nothing more than that. She would not have exposed her so lewdly, so wantonly.

Therefore, it had not been her but the beast. Feeling better, she got off the bed and

removed her clothing, then walked into the bathroom and started the shower going, adjusting the heat and spray. She scrubbed her slender body, enjoying the water cascading down onto her.

Then she began to hum and sing softly.

She had not felt this good in ages, she thought. Her creamy, unblemished flesh glowed, tingled with a delightful sensation. She sang and hummed and washed her body, finally getting out, still humming happily.