"Fuck..fuck," she was whispering. "Fuck… fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Her skirt was pushed higher by her hip motions. Now the tight seat of her panties was exposed, and the crotch was soaking wet. But she didn't really feel the wetness because her cunt was on fire.

"Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me!" Her ass wiggled.

"Fuck me!"

Her cunt pressed.

"Fuck me… fuck me!"

The cheeks of her ass clenched. "Hot cunt…"

She ground hard.

"Hot cock!" Her ass lifted.

"Hard cock, fuck me!"

She slammed her cunt down into the mattress very hard, grinding wantonly. The waves of heat seared her, and a soft moan bubbled from her constricted throat when an orgasm began to flash through her.

Standing in the doorway, eyes enormous, was Brett.

He had come to his mother with some question now forgotten, watching with a glassy expression as she pounded her hips up and down. He could see the length of her slender legs, could see up between them when she opened them. He could see the crotch of her panties, the way she clenched the cheeks of her ass. His cock had immediately become hard inside his pants, throbbing there, dripping and making a wet spot on his shorts.

Everyone said how beautiful his mother was. She was also helpful with school activities and such things. Everyone liked her. She was friendly to all, and especially helpful with the boys and girls in his class, sometimes substituting when the regular teacher was ill. She was popular and most of the boys and girls in his class wanted her to become the full-time teacher, but Karen wanted only a part-time

job.

Brett-like most boys his age-never considered his mother as having sexual feelings.