Sandy also had been a cheerleader while in school, surrounded by horny, panting boys. Even now she was mistaken for a teenage girl often. Another reason she was pissed was the fact that Rob seemed to be taking a strong interest in the girl, too. Sandy had seen him looking at Lori with a gleam in his eyes. And she was pissed because Rob had not fucked her in three days. And if Sandy wanted anything in this world badly, it was fucking. She thrived on fucking, thought about fucking all the time. If she didn't get a hard cock up her cunt, she used her fingers.

Half-time came, and Sandy watched her son below. He sat with his elbows on his knees, his chin cupped in his hand, staring hotly at Lori as the girl bounced and wiggled, thrashed about and screamed her head off. Sandy had to admit the girl was exciting to watch. Lori apparently made the most out of her skimpy costume and body, flashing her inviting thighs, making sure the short skirt flew about her waist, giving peeks of the tight panties that cupped her firm ass.

She also noticed that Rob was watching Lori with a hot interest, confirmed by the fact there was a bulge in his pants. The knowledge that this teenage sexpot could make Rob's cock hard made her anger deepen. Yet, when she contemplated upon this fact, she felt that tonight she would get fucked, hopefully. It didn't really matter what girl caused his hard on, as long as she got fucked. Sandy had never been jealous of other women, but she was jealous of Lori Layne.

Most of the jealousy was because Joey was so interested in her, and Sandy didn't like the idea of him getting involved with a girl a few years older than he was. And she was jealous because Rob had never cared to go to these school games until he had seen Lori. Now he never missed a single one.