Being drunk and in the grip of sexual ecstasy at the same time proved to be too much. She wobbled and fell against the boy's dresser. She didn't make too much noise and she caught herself before she stumbled to the floor, but Jim was beginning to stir again, so Peg, with her hand still working her cunt, but her tit flopping loose out of her blouse, made a quick retreat.

She staggered through the hall to the bathroom, where, closing the door behind her, she sank to the

floor and finished masturbating. There on the floor, her climax peaked and began to drain away. When she was released from her fit of lust, she remained there, trying to catch her breath and realizing what she'd done.

That was the first time she'd done anything like that and it made her wonder what was getting into her. If she started lusting after her own son she would be getting herself into something that could bring her to the verge of perversion, and she never thought of herself as anything but normal.

Still lying on the bathroom floor, another thought occurred to her. The last she'd seen of Jim as she left his room, he had been stirring and it looked like he might be on the verge of opening his eyes. Peg could imagine what she looked like as she ran from his room and the thought made her shiver. Well, what did she expect if she were going to do things like that? From now on she would have to watch her step and stay away from the boy with her uncontrolled lust even if it meant no more drinking at home.

By and by, she managed to pick herself up and pull herself together. She pulled her hand from her soaking crotch and wiped the love-juice on a tissue. Now the alcohol was stealing her common sense. Downstairs the lights and TV were on, but she was too far gone to go back down there. She could