"Excuse me, Justin. I'm tired – I really am," Betty said, feeling his arm brushing hers. There was an electrical current, one that made her body feel alive and terribly young for the first time in years. Betty paused, then caught herself and rushed up the stairs.

She closed the door – or thought she did shrugging off her robe and sitting on the edge of her bed. Quickly downing the rest of her drink, Betty fell back, her body more alive than it had been just after her terrible dream. The memory of the nightmare was still too vivid, too hot to ignore. For the first time in a long time, she had almost reached a climax while asleep. Betty smiled, brushing her hands under her large, firm tits. The touch gave her a chill. Her first inclination was to stop touching. What good would it do anyway? But Betty kept her hands there anyway, thumbing her nipples until they grew turgid and pushed up from the soft surrounding areola. The effect was electric.

Betty sensed the tension in her body building. She pushed her legs apart, her knees jerking up from the sheets as she felt her cuntlips itchily un-sticking. Her inner thighs alternately chilled and burned as she rolled her ass around on the mattress, wishing Justin or her son Brian were there to take care of the hot, tight feeling.

"Uhhhh-ooooooohh!"

Betty bit down hard on her lower lip, forcing herself to be silent. She didn't want the children getting up, trying to find what on earth was going on in her room. But it was hard for her to keep still, especially after having had the brief encounter with her son's handsome, muscular friend.

The tickle of her nipples had started the juices flowing from between her cuntlips. When she rubbed her thighs, the buttery cuntjuice spread more and more, leaking out to dot the blonde curls of her pussy with the moisture. Her breathing was growing shallow.

Licking her dry lips, Betty tossed her head against the pillow. Her hand, resting on her belly, was trembling, inching down until her fingers were pushing through her cunthair.