She rested atop him, letting her ecstasy drain away slowly: His hands felt so good on her naked ass, sliding and touching and feeling. After a moment or so she pulled her nipple from his mouth and held herself up by her

hands, looking down into his young handsome face. Brett's eyes sparkled up at her, and he kept holding her ass.

Karen grinned suddenly.

Brett returned the grin.

"I guess we're sort of crazy, Brett," she said in a low whisper.

"Probably, Mother," he agreed.

"But I don't care. Do you?"

He shook his head.

"We can be as crazy as we want, don't you think, honey?"

He nodded his head, still grinning up at her.

"What about Sally now?" Karen asked.

"I don't know, Mother."

"You don't have to give her up, darling," she said. "You can still keep her for your girlfriend. I'll just be the spare. You know, when you need a piece and she's not around."

Brett's grin widened.

Karen wiggled her ass, giggling. Lifting from him, she rested at his side, one of her warm thighs across his, her hand cupping his cock and balls. Brett's arm cradled her head as they rested, both growing sleepy now. The beast between her thighs had stopped its pacing, stopped bellowing demands-for the time being.

When she woke up, her back was pressed

against her son's warm body. They lay in a spoon fashion and she felt his cock pressing against the crack of her ass. There was a heat to his prick, and his cock throbbed between her creamy ass cheeks. His arm was around her, his hand holding a firm, smooth tit. His cock was hard, and she shivered. Facing the window, she was aware of the sun high in the sky. She didn't have to look at the clock to tell her it was getting close to noon.

She wiggled her naked ass against her son's cock, feeling his prick respond with an eager throb. Her eyes began to glitter as she made soft cooing noises. She twisted her ass against him gently and slowly, enjoying the feel of his cock there.