Just the day before, Karen had noticed the bulge in her son's pants. He was bold when he looked at her, his gaze riveted upon the stiffness of her nipples straining against the top of her dress, or at the exposure of her long thigh as she crossed her legs. She saw the bulge of his cock, and, when she realized it was her body which caused his hard-on, she felt a mixture of revulsion and ecstasy. Not revulsion, perhaps, but a tinge of shame.

And a little excitement that her body was causing his cock to be so hard.

So she was sprawled over her bed now, her face buried in her pillow, the images of her son fucking Sally, her pretty ass naked, uplifted, and wiggling around with pleasure, calling out to Brett to fuck her. Karen could see them as clearly as if they were fucking right now, the words still loud in her ears.

She was writhing her ass without realizing what she was doing as the heat grew between her thighs. She could feel the bubbling desire in and around her cunt, but she didn't know she was wiggling her ass, grinding her cunt against the mattress as the image of her son fucking Sally grew bright behind her tear-filled eyes.

When she had flung herself across the bed, her skirt, wide and flaring, had flown up high, exposing her thighs to the curve of her rounded ass, showing, the hint of her panties. Her feet dangled over the edge of the bed as she sobbed with wild hunger into the pillow. The cheeks of her shapely ass writhed and clenched as she pressed her cunt hard into the mattress.

She was totally unaware that she was starting to whisper the words that burned in her mind. "Cock… cunt.. fuck… cunt

.. cock… cock… fuck…

She dug her nails into the pillow as the sensations grew hotter between her thighs. She began opening and closing her legs, scissoring them, her ass twisting.

There was heat building up inside her cunt, heat which was finding a release. It was that wanton beast inside her cunt bellowing for instant satisfaction. She felt as if her cunt was going to melt from her body, her clit burst into a thousand bits and pieces. Even her tits, flattened against the bed, had become swollen and her nipples seemed as hard as rocks.