Gary finally stopped fucking her, resting heavily on top of his mother.

"You didn't come," she whispered. "What's wrong, Gary? Isn't it good?"

"I can't, Mom," he said, sounding ashamed. "I can't come."

Joanie understood immediately. He was still too young to come. She caressed his back. "Don't worry. When the time comes, you're going to really come. Don't worry about it, baby."

"Randy can come," he said.

"Oh, he can, can he?"

"He told me you'd never let me do this with you," Gary said.

"I guess we showed him, didn't we?"

"Wait until he finds out!" Gary said.

"You're going to tell him?"

Gary lifted his face and looked at his mother. Her eyes seemed moist and very bright. "You don't want me to tell him?"

"Oh, I don't mind, Gary," she said, pulling her son's face back to her tits, smiling at the ceiling. "I wouldn't mind at all. Sure, tell him we're fucking."

CHAPTER TWO

Joanie sat on the couch, her feet up and leaning back on the arm rest. She was dressed in an attractive nylon blouse, with the top three buttons open, the swell of her succulent tits slightly revealed. She was not wearing a bra and the dark points of her nipples thrust against the thin blouse.

Her cotton skirt, pleated, covered her knees. But it did not cover much of anything else. The backs of her thighs, so slender and creamy, the flesh smooth, were teasing, inviting. Although Joanie wore panties, they were skimpy and lacy, her dark cunt hair visible. The crotch of the panties bulged with the puffiness of her cunt and the sweet curves of her ass appeared lickable, kissable.