She had never came so hard before.
That was the hardest orgasm ever, and she wanted more of the same.
Calm now, she swung her leg over the cushions of the couch and sat up, hands at her hips. Her face felt as if it was glowing, and she smiled to the empty room.
Standing, she smoothed her skirt down and adjusted her sweater, then moved slowly to her room, where she undressed and stood beneath the shower. She had just finished rinsing her body of the scented soap when she remembered she was doing just as her ex-husband had done when he finished fucking her.
Laura quickly turned off the shower and stepped from it, drying her body, feeling as if she had performed some ritual to rid her body of its exciting odors… just like her ex-husband.
CHAPTER TWO
Laura lay in bed, in the darkness. She felt a vague sense of apprehension. Her son had watched her carefully all afternoon until they went to bed. His eyes kept glancing at her tits, her tits, her ass. She had been very careful when she sat, making sure her skirt was fucked neatly under her legs, careful not to show anything to her son, not even her knees.
But that wasn't what she wanted to do. Laura suffered with agonizing desires, but she was honest with herself. What she wanted to do was swing her legs wide open, expose her crotch to her son, watch his young cock become hard again. She wanted to rip her panties off and let her son see her cunt, watch her fuck herself with her wild fingers, see him pull his cock out and jack it off, maybe come over her thighs.
She wanted…
But she didn't.