Karen's body became still after her last orgasm.

She rested quietly, no longer sobbing, her face still in the pillow. There was a gentle movement of her ass. Brett remained where he was, staring at his mother's thighs. They were so long and slender, so smooth and creamy, without a flaw to mar the beauty of her flesh. The half-moons of her ass cheeks were exciting, and he found himself wanting to see more

of her ass.

Karen's ass was rounded to perfection, with twin cheeks that swelled out in a tightness of sheer beauty. It was an ass that almost cried out for a caress, a touch, a kiss. It was an ass like many women wished they had, and some teenage girls dreamed of having an ass half as fine. It was an ass that sent men to jerk off, an ass that could cause a man to come in his pants if he looked long enough.

Brett felt as if he would come in his pants as he gazed upon that tantalizing sweetness.

Karen sighed and turned over, eyes closed.

Her legs remained wide apart, and her son was now staring at the mound of her cunt inside those tight panties. Although not sheer, he could see the shadow of her cunt hair, the flawless triangle it formed, the wetness there. He could see the lickable inner thighs and the few curls of cunt hair that escaped the tight crotch of her panties.

His prick bulged out, outlined now by his pants as he stared, licking his lips.

Karen sensed she was not alone.

Afraid to open her eyes, she didn't move. She felt heat creeping over her face.

Brett looked at his mother's face, seeing that what everyone said was true-she was one of the most beautiful women ever. She had dark