As she walked to the empty bed, she kept the dream alive by picturing Jim reaching out for her. The sheets were cold, but her mind tricked her by making them feel warmed by the boy's hot body. Peg pulled the coven over her and grabbed her pussy again, but she pretended that it was his hand cupping the wet flesh of her plump match. She imagined the feel of his huge rod, and by remembering how the boy's father's prick had felt, it was easy to pretend.

"Oh, Jim," she mumbled, "I've wanted to

have you like this for so long."

She imagined him telling her that he had longed to fuck her, too. Peg spread and lifted her knees, opening her pussy for the probing finger that was pushing through the outer-lips. She even fingered herself with the same clumsy groping that she thought a young, inexperienced boy would use. She told herself what a nice cunt she had and made it sound to her lust soaked brain like her son's voice. She couldn't remember being so excited since her husband had first shown her the splendors of sex.

Forming a prick-like shape with three fingers, Peg fucked herself with the energy that a teenage boy would exert. She imagined the weight of her son on top of her, and she massaged her own tits as he would. Peg liked to reach around a guy's hips while he was plowing his dick up her cunt and hold his tight asscheeks, so that's what she pretended she was doing, and the thought of lining that kid's ass in her hands made her lust jump higher than it already was.

The bed was shaking and bouncing wildly with Peg's gyrations. The covers were being dragged down by her kicking feet and if there were someone there to witness that incredible scene, he would have been treated to the sight of her enormous tits heaving in a frenzy with her wild writhing and one leg sticking out and kicking in the