When she undressed and pulled her nightgown on, Laura was hotter and more excited and frustrated than ever before. Knowing that her son and brother had seen her being nasty, knowing she had caused those hard-ons, sent shivers of hunger about her creamy flesh. She climbed into bed and pulled the thin sheet to her neck, and lay there staring at the dark ceiling, her body vibrating, her cunt juicy and steamy.

She wondered if Sammy had a hard-on, lying in his bed, thinking the same things she was. Somehow, him being her son made her feel much more wanton.

Sammy didn't think moms fucked. He didn't think his Mom fucked. But his mom wanted to fuck. Sammy's Mom wanted to fuck very much. Laura couldn't keep her hands from moving over her body as she remembered the words her brother and son used, saw in her mind again the bulging of those young cocks. Her cunt was on fire and her tits hurt from being so swollen.

"Mom?"

Laura jerked her hands off her body, placing them on the sheet that covered her from neck to toe.

"Sammy?"

"Mom, I'm having trouble getting to sleep," her son said.

She could barely see him in the darkness as he stood in her doorway. Laura always left her bedroom door open, in case her son needed her.

He needed her now.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked softly. "I just can't get to sleep," he said, entering her room.

"Here, sit down beside me." She patted the bed. "Let's see why you can't go to sleep."

Sammy sat down, the back of his hand brushing lightly against her hip. Laura took his hand in hers, holding it tenderly. She could hear her son breathing in the quietness of the night. His hand felt hot, sweaty, in hers. He didn't say anything.

Laura felt she knew what his problem was. He had seen her, seen her with her legs spread wide lewdly, seen her panties, her hand inside her panties, and he was still excited by it. That had to be his problem, she was sure.