air. Her head was thrown back and her mouth hung open as she made her lust sound out.

As her orgasm began to blossom, Peg lifted her knees up near her tits so she could thrust her fingers higher up her starving cunt. She bucked like a colt with a bun under its saddle. The blinding pleasure filled her brain with explosions of ecstasy as her cunt turned into a molten heap of bliss. She kept the imaginary boy pumping her until she could feel him pumping her full of hot gism.

When the pleasure drained away, the imaginary Jim vanished and Peg was left there on his bed, alone and perverted, but satisfied for the time being.

Peg endured the lust she was suffering from by jerking off a lot with the image of her son in her mind. So far, she'd been able to resist doing anything foolish; she hadn't even gone into his room again, but she was longing for him with increasing passion. She'd gone out with a few of the regular guys, but when they fucked her she couldn't help pretending that it was Jim's prick ramming her snatch.

One day while she was doing her shopping, a voice intruded on her constant fantasies. Turning,

she saw Bill run out of his office to catch up with her. He was a good fellow and he obviously had the hots for Peg, but she never accepted his offers for a date. As he ran up to her now, though, there was something about him that made her tits ache to be sucked and her cunt impaled.

"Hi, Peg. I just saw you walk by and I had to conic out. You look like you're walking around in a daze, but it becomes you. How about having dinner with me tonight?"

"I can't," she said without thinking. "I have to make dinner for Jim." Something made her stop her automatic refusal. Suddenly, she wanted to go out with Bill. "But after dinner I'm free," she said.

He said he would pick her up at eight.