Not that Karen was sexless, without that special urge that made a person enjoy fucking. She did enjoy getting fucked, but it had been so long, so very long. She had shoved those desires down, covered them up, forgot about them. She had never been exceptionally passionate, she felt, but just average. There had been some things she would not do when she was married-she would not take a cock into her mouth, nor would she accept one into her ass, nor would she get into any of those lewd positions. She always had to fuck on her back, legs spread, with her husband on top of her. That was the way she fucked and no other way.

She had avoided looking at the many magazines her husband had bought, and threw them out after the divorce without so much as looking at the covers. As far as Karen was concerned, a man's cock was to be put in only one

place, up a woman cunt. Only to her was it never cock, but penis, and not cunt, but vagina.

Now those two words seemed to be burning inside her mind constantly, over and over.

Cock… cunt… cock… cunt…cock… on and on and on. Lately the word fuck had joined those, and often she could almost hear the words.

The beast within had been growing more restless and demanding daily, and soon she could hear it saying, "Get fucked… get fucked…fucked…"

And the image.

The image of her son fucking his girl friend. It grew steadily until the vision was always in her mind.

Karen had heard the noises late at night, and, getting out of bed to investigate, she had found her son and his girl in the living room. They had not bothered to turn off the lights. It was after midnight, and she had not heard him come home. Usually she waited up for him, but that night she had been tired from spring-cleaning. She had tried to prevent him from dating and, failing that, had tried to convince Brett to date different girls. But her son dated only one, a lovely girl about his age, who should not have been dating yet either, the way