Sandy wished she knew more about the girl. All she knew for certain was all the boys, and most of the men, were panting for her tight, curvy little ass. She didn't know if Lori had ever been fucked, what the teenage girl's sexual desires were. That was an important element in her vague plan, a most important element. Since her knowledge was limited, she was going to have to take things as they came up, develop them, improve upon them.

Another important element was Joey. It was very obvious that he wanted Lori, but had her son really been with a girl, fucked a girl? He was awfully young. Well, she thought, young or not, his interest in Lori's cute ass is plain. But, she also thought, a young boy can easily turn his interest toward any girl who is available and willing. He might, at Joey's age, fall head over heels in love with a girl, but if another came along, waggling her ass in his face, his cock would stand up and after her he would go. He may still want to fuck the first one, but, in the meantime, he would fuck whatever girl was handy until he got his hot little hands on his first love.

Sandy went into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. Taking it back into the family room, she sat on the couch next to where her son was leaning. Her knee was against his shoulder. She wasn't exactly sure what she was going to do, but something was leading her, something that was so powerful that she found it impossible to disobey her impulse. There was a thrilling tingle between her thighs as an idea formed in a vague way, and she gazed at the top of her son's head, her eyes almost blank, not really seeing him. Her tits were beginning to swell, her nipples turning into hard, rubbery tips, pressing against her blouse. Her cunt was bubbling in a hot, liquid way, and the cheeks of her ass became quite tight.