Balling her hands into fists, she beat softly upon the mattress, trying to drive the heat from her cunt, the demands out of her mind. But the images of her son's cock fucking into Sally's young cunt would not go away.

"Damn, damn, damn!" she muttered.

Tossing the sheet off, she climbed from the bed and walked through the darkened house and opened the door in the kitchen leading to the garage. She listened carefully, but there were no sounds at all.

They weren't there, and, with a feeling of relief, Karen returned to bed.

He had to be someplace, and he had to be with Sally. Maybe they were at her house. Before she stopped herself, she started to reach for the phone, but then she remembered she didn't know the number or even Sally's last name.

Sighing, she pulled her hand back. "Mother?"

At first she thought it was only in her mind. "Mother, are you asleep?"

She turned and saw the dim shadow of her son standing in the open doorway.

CHAPTER THREE

"Brett?"

"Can I come in for a minute, Mother?" "Of course," she said, her heart leaping

inside her chest. She felt a burning feeling between her thighs and realized her clitoris had become swollen.

Brett came in hesitantly, and sat on the edge of her bed. It was dark in the room, but she could see his face dimly. Placing her hand on top of his, she waited for him to speak.

"About this afternoon, Mother," he said, then found he could say no more.

She waited, giving him time. Besides, there was nothing she could say either, at least nothing that would make any sense. She felt his hand shaking beneath hers, and she curled her fingers around his.

She became aware that her, son appeared naked. She could feel his thigh with the tip of one finger. His flesh felt hot, and, believing he was naked, caused a shiver go over her flesh, a shiver of unexplainable delight.