She stood there now running her fist up and down the stone prick, making soft sounds in her throat. Her cunt was again bubbling hotly. She imagined the cock belonged to her son.

Despite the fact that the Statue had been carved in such a tempting position, Susan had never tried it. She had thought of it, though. She wondered what it would be like to sit on that stone cock, fuck it and make herself come. She didn't have the nerve, though. She was afraid that her children might catch her at it.

But now, she wondered why she should be afraid of that happening. After what they had done with each other the night before certainly meant they would have no right to condemn their mother no matter what she did.

After she had gotten out of bed this morning, Susan had put on a skirt and blouse. She seldom wore skins, but there was a tingling thought in the back of her mind, and she gave in to it. Now, as she stroked her fist up and down the stone cock, Susan raised her skirt to her waist and rubbed her pantied cunt. She felt a thrill rumbling through her. She had never exposed herself this way before in the yard. Her children could return at anytime and see what she was doing.

And Susan wished they would!

She heard some rustling in the forest. Despite her wish to be seen by her children stroking this stone cock with her skirt up, she quickly let her skirt drop and jerked her hand from the statue.

''Terrible day, isn't it, Susan?"

Susan saw Jayne Hanson coming through the trees. Her heart banged heavily inside her chest as she watched the woman approach. She was once again struck by Jayne's beauty. The blonde woman was wearing a pair of the most revealing shorts Susan had ever seen. Her tight blouse emphasized her swelling, shapely tits. Susan could actually see the nipples pressing at the blouse.