"Ohhhhh!" Betty was a dizzy and a little drunk. "Oh my God!"

Betty thought she would die right there on the bed. Who was standing there in the doorway staring at her? At first, the woman thought it was Brian. Then, in a flash, Betty realized it was Justin standing there, watching her, studying her naked body.

"How long have you been there?" Betty asked, her voice a raspy whisper.

"Long enough to see you need something like my cock to take care of you, Mrs. Harrington? Or should I call you Betty?"

"Get out!" Betty hissed out the command. How dare he say something like that to her?

She was about to slide from bed and gather up her role, when she heard the door click and lock. Betty shivered, drawing back on the bed and scratching for the sheet to cover herself.

"You want to get fucked? I wanna fuck you," Justin said, opening his red flannel short. "I think I wanted to stick my cock into you the first time Brian introduced me to you."

"This is crazy!" Betty whispered, looking around her for something to throw at him.

"Not as crazy as denying what you really want, right, Betty?"

"Look, I'm not some coed you can – ohhhh, what are you doing?"

He was sliding onto the bed now, holding her knees while moving his body in front of her. Betty squirmed away, trying to pull her legs free. But his grip was too hard. She felt his strong, warm fingers pressing into her flesh, making her skin crawl with delight and excitement.

She couldn't admit what was happening to her. It was awful, being seduced by her son's best friend. It was one of the oldest jokes in the world, and she was becoming the punch line.

"Justin, now listen to me! This has gone far enough!"

But he wasn't listening. He was licking up her inner thighs, his fingers pressing against her hot flesh. She tried worming her way up higher on the bed. But any kind of movement was impossible.